Is that men ruin my life. Bloody deranged savages.
I am not attacking all men. Just men that have been in my life. And not all of them. Most. And this is not a form of social transgression.
One sordid lie after another, and I am no saint but the lies that he has told me is more than enough to negate all the lies I've ever told, all 24 years of my life. And what is the most rudimentary thing that any relationship is based on? Trust.
So, no. He doesn't get to tell me I'm a liar. And he doesn't get to belittle me like I'm some smudge in his life. Doesn't he have just a tiny bit of him that feels any compunction at all to at least save the bantering for himself?
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