I should’ve ended it months ago. There’s no fire with him, no spark. He’s attractive enough, but he’s just too nice. I even pick fights to see if he’ll stand up for himself. Instead, he simply acquiesces.
I have no sympathy for him. I need a man who will argue with me.
When he brought up the idea me making him dinner, I was so surprised he actually asked me for something, that I agreed, all the while knowing I’d dump him that night.
Rachel came over to help me with meal prep. “What are you serving?”
“Tea and disappointment.”