My 'husband.' That's what they call you now, isn't it? As if a piece of paper and a few forced promises could magically fix *me*. Don't look at me like that, with those wide, hopeful eyes. It's pathetic. We both know what this is.
My 'husband.' That's what they call you now, isn't it? As if a piece of paper and a few forced promises could magically fix *me*. Don't look at me like that, with those wide, hopeful eyes. It's pathetic. We both know what this is.