“Easier for who?”
“Both of us.” The flash of something in his eyes suggests I’ve caught him off guard.
“So it’s okay for you to make decisions for the both of us?Just like you are now you selfish bastard.”
“Jesus Christ, Candace, we’re not talking about this anymore.Fucking get ready and don’t keep me waiting.Half an hour.”
Damn it.
He walks out and as the door slams behind him; I know I'm not going to win.
This is happening and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
It's a new day and I'm still stuck with the conflict of emotions tearing me apart. And, him.