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@ggavin-ellis
g'day, nice to meet you or see you again!! im gavin ellis and this is my stupid little blog. i post about a lot of dumb shit. don't like it? the block button is free xx
not much to say about me.. i'm a bartender, i like to smoke, and i have a gorgeous boyfriend. if you really wanna know me, i encourage you to say hi ;)
pacing seems like the one good thing david can do. it's that or drown himself in alcohol and beat the life out of his boyfriend. fiancé? ex? who knows, it's messy.
still, he tidies up while he waits and cleans himself up. ripped black jeans and a scuffed band-tee over an inside-out long sleeve shirt will do the trick today.
his head is in his hands when he hears a banging at the door. does he kill gavin or climb him like a tree when he opens the door?
if it's of any comfort, David looks way more put together than Gavin could ever dream of being. he's still in last nights outfit, a white wife beater layered with a raggedy brown jacket and some worn skinny jeans.
whenever the door opened he was tempted to scoop david into a relieved hug, shoulders heavy with the burden of possible fatherhood, but he didn't deserve that comfort now, did he?
".. hey."
his shoulders fell. less disappointment, more relief. david wanted his hands to fit in the palm of his lover's. to be pulled into his embrace and pretend none of this happened. for everything to go back to normal.
"hi." he said finally, the beat of silence too awkward to dwell on.
david looked down at his shoes before meeting gavin's eyes once more. "you can come in, y'know."
gavin blinked once, twice. "right, right." he wiped his shoes on the welcome matt outside before stepping in, shedding his coat.
the silence was killing him. "how've you been?" gavin knew the answer, but hey, anything to keep the conversation going. "anything new, or..?"
david's eyes flashed to the other and his brows tightened. "just... stop." he pinched the bridge of his nose as he thudded onto the beat up couch under him.
"what are we gonna do about this?" david asked, meeting gavin's eyes for a second before looking down at his feet once more.
"i don't know. you're the one who invited me over." gavin didn't take a seat yet, lingering close to the door in case things got too out of hand.
"i'm- i'm sorry? i don't know what you want me to say here, davey. it was a silly mistake."
"yeah well..." david sniffed a little. he was not going to cry. gavin doesn't deserve anymore of his tears. "i wasn't expecting to get cheated on again but... here we are." he said with a sharp, self deprecating laugh.
his hands wipe down his face, smudging his cried-off eyeliner even more. his face is in his hands and before he knows it, he grunts loudly and leans back against the couch. david finds his hair and pulls so hard he's shocked a chunk of hair didn't come out.
"why do you keep doing this to me, gavin? i mean, shit, i know i'm pathetic but this? this takes the cake." he laughed, staring at the ceiling, eyes wet.
"i mean, you know i'm never leaving. i'm too weak to. i'd let you walk all over me forever." david scoffed. not one of those give me attention scoffs, but one with anger. one he hasn't felt since his trap. "you're sick, man."
"don't call yourself pathetic." he huffed. god, this again? "i'm not perfect, dave.. i dont know. i get out of my head and i make mistakes i'm not aware i'm making. i don't like it just as much as you."
david wiped his tears. "yeah. sure. whatever." he mumbled, hands entangled in his hair. is it bad if all he can think about is gavin's in his own while he— nope, no. not the time.
he cleared his throat to swallow the sharpness. "so what now?" david asked vaguely
"i don't.. i don't know." fuck. say something. anything to kill the tension and get him back. "i.. i'm cleaning up. um, it's been, like, a few days since my last drink.. even longer since my last hit of, well, anything."
is that good enough? am i done repenting? "i'm trying."
"okay?" david said. he'd heard this spiel a hundred times. it was less impressive every time. gavin would relapse in a day and then they'd be back at square one.
his lips were too chewed to assault so david just clicked his tongue. "good for you.. i guess." but progress is progress, he supposed.
god, he hated fighting with gavin. he just wanted to be babied and forget about this. like always.
"I'm.. I'm trying, i mean it this time." God fucking damn it. what was even the point anymore? "i got rid of all my shit.. made a good few bucks selling my last grams. maybe we could have a real dinner date now. like actual couples do."
this made david's head perk up. "...really?" he fidgeted with the scar on his cheek. "we could.. go to that new diner that opened up." he proposed.
his foot shimmied towards gavin's, pressing against it lightly.
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever you want, baby." He nudged back, offering a shy smile, one he was fully prepared to have rejected. "We could get whatever fancy pants meal you want and get dessert, too.. And I could take you shopping?"
pacing seems like the one good thing david can do. it's that or drown himself in alcohol and beat the life out of his boyfriend. fiancé? ex? who knows, it's messy.
still, he tidies up while he waits and cleans himself up. ripped black jeans and a scuffed band-tee over an inside-out long sleeve shirt will do the trick today.
his head is in his hands when he hears a banging at the door. does he kill gavin or climb him like a tree when he opens the door?
if it's of any comfort, David looks way more put together than Gavin could ever dream of being. he's still in last nights outfit, a white wife beater layered with a raggedy brown jacket and some worn skinny jeans.
whenever the door opened he was tempted to scoop david into a relieved hug, shoulders heavy with the burden of possible fatherhood, but he didn't deserve that comfort now, did he?
".. hey."
his shoulders fell. less disappointment, more relief. david wanted his hands to fit in the palm of his lover's. to be pulled into his embrace and pretend none of this happened. for everything to go back to normal.
"hi." he said finally, the beat of silence too awkward to dwell on.
david looked down at his shoes before meeting gavin's eyes once more. "you can come in, y'know."
gavin blinked once, twice. "right, right." he wiped his shoes on the welcome matt outside before stepping in, shedding his coat.
the silence was killing him. "how've you been?" gavin knew the answer, but hey, anything to keep the conversation going. "anything new, or..?"
david's eyes flashed to the other and his brows tightened. "just... stop." he pinched the bridge of his nose as he thudded onto the beat up couch under him.
"what are we gonna do about this?" david asked, meeting gavin's eyes for a second before looking down at his feet once more.
"i don't know. you're the one who invited me over." gavin didn't take a seat yet, lingering close to the door in case things got too out of hand.
"i'm- i'm sorry? i don't know what you want me to say here, davey. it was a silly mistake."
"yeah well..." david sniffed a little. he was not going to cry. gavin doesn't deserve anymore of his tears. "i wasn't expecting to get cheated on again but... here we are." he said with a sharp, self deprecating laugh.
his hands wipe down his face, smudging his cried-off eyeliner even more. his face is in his hands and before he knows it, he grunts loudly and leans back against the couch. david finds his hair and pulls so hard he's shocked a chunk of hair didn't come out.
"why do you keep doing this to me, gavin? i mean, shit, i know i'm pathetic but this? this takes the cake." he laughed, staring at the ceiling, eyes wet.
"i mean, you know i'm never leaving. i'm too weak to. i'd let you walk all over me forever." david scoffed. not one of those give me attention scoffs, but one with anger. one he hasn't felt since his trap. "you're sick, man."
"don't call yourself pathetic." he huffed. god, this again? "i'm not perfect, dave.. i dont know. i get out of my head and i make mistakes i'm not aware i'm making. i don't like it just as much as you."
david wiped his tears. "yeah. sure. whatever." he mumbled, hands entangled in his hair. is it bad if all he can think about is gavin's in his own while he— nope, no. not the time.
he cleared his throat to swallow the sharpness. "so what now?" david asked vaguely
"i don't.. i don't know." fuck. say something. anything to kill the tension and get him back. "i.. i'm cleaning up. um, it's been, like, a few days since my last drink.. even longer since my last hit of, well, anything."
is that good enough? am i done repenting? "i'm trying."
"okay?" david said. he'd heard this spiel a hundred times. it was less impressive every time. gavin would relapse in a day and then they'd be back at square one.
his lips were too chewed to assault so david just clicked his tongue. "good for you.. i guess." but progress is progress, he supposed.
god, he hated fighting with gavin. he just wanted to be babied and forget about this. like always.
"I'm.. I'm trying, i mean it this time." God fucking damn it. what was even the point anymore? "i got rid of all my shit.. made a good few bucks selling my last grams. maybe we could have a real dinner date now. like actual couples do."
pacing seems like the one good thing david can do. it's that or drown himself in alcohol and beat the life out of his boyfriend. fiancé? ex? who knows, it's messy.
still, he tidies up while he waits and cleans himself up. ripped black jeans and a scuffed band-tee over an inside-out long sleeve shirt will do the trick today.
his head is in his hands when he hears a banging at the door. does he kill gavin or climb him like a tree when he opens the door?
if it's of any comfort, David looks way more put together than Gavin could ever dream of being. he's still in last nights outfit, a white wife beater layered with a raggedy brown jacket and some worn skinny jeans.
whenever the door opened he was tempted to scoop david into a relieved hug, shoulders heavy with the burden of possible fatherhood, but he didn't deserve that comfort now, did he?
".. hey."
his shoulders fell. less disappointment, more relief. david wanted his hands to fit in the palm of his lover's. to be pulled into his embrace and pretend none of this happened. for everything to go back to normal.
"hi." he said finally, the beat of silence too awkward to dwell on.
david looked down at his shoes before meeting gavin's eyes once more. "you can come in, y'know."
gavin blinked once, twice. "right, right." he wiped his shoes on the welcome matt outside before stepping in, shedding his coat.
the silence was killing him. "how've you been?" gavin knew the answer, but hey, anything to keep the conversation going. "anything new, or..?"
david's eyes flashed to the other and his brows tightened. "just... stop." he pinched the bridge of his nose as he thudded onto the beat up couch under him.
"what are we gonna do about this?" david asked, meeting gavin's eyes for a second before looking down at his feet once more.
"i don't know. you're the one who invited me over." gavin didn't take a seat yet, lingering close to the door in case things got too out of hand.
"i'm- i'm sorry? i don't know what you want me to say here, davey. it was a silly mistake."
"yeah well..." david sniffed a little. he was not going to cry. gavin doesn't deserve anymore of his tears. "i wasn't expecting to get cheated on again but... here we are." he said with a sharp, self deprecating laugh.
his hands wipe down his face, smudging his cried-off eyeliner even more. his face is in his hands and before he knows it, he grunts loudly and leans back against the couch. david finds his hair and pulls so hard he's shocked a chunk of hair didn't come out.
"why do you keep doing this to me, gavin? i mean, shit, i know i'm pathetic but this? this takes the cake." he laughed, staring at the ceiling, eyes wet.
"i mean, you know i'm never leaving. i'm too weak to. i'd let you walk all over me forever." david scoffed. not one of those give me attention scoffs, but one with anger. one he hasn't felt since his trap. "you're sick, man."
"don't call yourself pathetic." he huffed. god, this again? "i'm not perfect, dave.. i dont know. i get out of my head and i make mistakes i'm not aware i'm making. i don't like it just as much as you."
david wiped his tears. "yeah. sure. whatever." he mumbled, hands entangled in his hair. is it bad if all he can think about is gavin's in his own while he— nope, no. not the time.
he cleared his throat to swallow the sharpness. "so what now?" david asked vaguely
"i don't.. i don't know." fuck. say something. anything to kill the tension and get him back. "i.. i'm cleaning up. um, it's been, like, a few days since my last drink.. even longer since my last hit of, well, anything."
is that good enough? am i done repenting? "i'm trying."
pacing seems like the one good thing david can do. it's that or drown himself in alcohol and beat the life out of his boyfriend. fiancé? ex? who knows, it's messy.
still, he tidies up while he waits and cleans himself up. ripped black jeans and a scuffed band-tee over an inside-out long sleeve shirt will do the trick today.
his head is in his hands when he hears a banging at the door. does he kill gavin or climb him like a tree when he opens the door?
if it's of any comfort, David looks way more put together than Gavin could ever dream of being. he's still in last nights outfit, a white wife beater layered with a raggedy brown jacket and some worn skinny jeans.
whenever the door opened he was tempted to scoop david into a relieved hug, shoulders heavy with the burden of possible fatherhood, but he didn't deserve that comfort now, did he?
".. hey."
his shoulders fell. less disappointment, more relief. david wanted his hands to fit in the palm of his lover's. to be pulled into his embrace and pretend none of this happened. for everything to go back to normal.
"hi." he said finally, the beat of silence too awkward to dwell on.
david looked down at his shoes before meeting gavin's eyes once more. "you can come in, y'know."
gavin blinked once, twice. "right, right." he wiped his shoes on the welcome matt outside before stepping in, shedding his coat.
the silence was killing him. "how've you been?" gavin knew the answer, but hey, anything to keep the conversation going. "anything new, or..?"
david's eyes flashed to the other and his brows tightened. "just... stop." he pinched the bridge of his nose as he thudded onto the beat up couch under him.
"what are we gonna do about this?" david asked, meeting gavin's eyes for a second before looking down at his feet once more.
"i don't know. you're the one who invited me over." gavin didn't take a seat yet, lingering close to the door in case things got too out of hand.
"i'm- i'm sorry? i don't know what you want me to say here, davey. it was a silly mistake."
"yeah well..." david sniffed a little. he was not going to cry. gavin doesn't deserve anymore of his tears. "i wasn't expecting to get cheated on again but... here we are." he said with a sharp, self deprecating laugh.
his hands wipe down his face, smudging his cried-off eyeliner even more. his face is in his hands and before he knows it, he grunts loudly and leans back against the couch. david finds his hair and pulls so hard he's shocked a chunk of hair didn't come out.
"why do you keep doing this to me, gavin? i mean, shit, i know i'm pathetic but this? this takes the cake." he laughed, staring at the ceiling, eyes wet.
"i mean, you know i'm never leaving. i'm too weak to. i'd let you walk all over me forever." david scoffed. not one of those give me attention scoffs, but one with anger. one he hasn't felt since his trap. "you're sick, man."
"don't call yourself pathetic." he huffed. god, this again? "i'm not perfect, dave.. i dont know. i get out of my head and i make mistakes i'm not aware i'm making. i don't like it just as much as you."
pacing seems like the one good thing david can do. it's that or drown himself in alcohol and beat the life out of his boyfriend. fiancé? ex? who knows, it's messy.
still, he tidies up while he waits and cleans himself up. ripped black jeans and a scuffed band-tee over an inside-out long sleeve shirt will do the trick today.
his head is in his hands when he hears a banging at the door. does he kill gavin or climb him like a tree when he opens the door?
if it's of any comfort, David looks way more put together than Gavin could ever dream of being. he's still in last nights outfit, a white wife beater layered with a raggedy brown jacket and some worn skinny jeans.
whenever the door opened he was tempted to scoop david into a relieved hug, shoulders heavy with the burden of possible fatherhood, but he didn't deserve that comfort now, did he?
".. hey."
his shoulders fell. less disappointment, more relief. david wanted his hands to fit in the palm of his lover's. to be pulled into his embrace and pretend none of this happened. for everything to go back to normal.
"hi." he said finally, the beat of silence too awkward to dwell on.
david looked down at his shoes before meeting gavin's eyes once more. "you can come in, y'know."
gavin blinked once, twice. "right, right." he wiped his shoes on the welcome matt outside before stepping in, shedding his coat.
the silence was killing him. "how've you been?" gavin knew the answer, but hey, anything to keep the conversation going. "anything new, or..?"
david's eyes flashed to the other and his brows tightened. "just... stop." he pinched the bridge of his nose as he thudded onto the beat up couch under him.
"what are we gonna do about this?" david asked, meeting gavin's eyes for a second before looking down at his feet once more.
"i don't know. you're the one who invited me over." gavin didn't take a seat yet, lingering close to the door in case things got too out of hand.
"i'm- i'm sorry? i don't know what you want me to say here, davey. it was a silly mistake."
pacing seems like the one good thing david can do. it's that or drown himself in alcohol and beat the life out of his boyfriend. fiancé? ex? who knows, it's messy.
still, he tidies up while he waits and cleans himself up. ripped black jeans and a scuffed band-tee over an inside-out long sleeve shirt will do the trick today.
his head is in his hands when he hears a banging at the door. does he kill gavin or climb him like a tree when he opens the door?
if it's of any comfort, David looks way more put together than Gavin could ever dream of being. he's still in last nights outfit, a white wife beater layered with a raggedy brown jacket and some worn skinny jeans.
whenever the door opened he was tempted to scoop david into a relieved hug, shoulders heavy with the burden of possible fatherhood, but he didn't deserve that comfort now, did he?
".. hey."
his shoulders fell. less disappointment, more relief. david wanted his hands to fit in the palm of his lover's. to be pulled into his embrace and pretend none of this happened. for everything to go back to normal.
"hi." he said finally, the beat of silence too awkward to dwell on.
david looked down at his shoes before meeting gavin's eyes once more. "you can come in, y'know."
gavin blinked once, twice. "right, right." he wiped his shoes on the welcome matt outside before stepping in, shedding his coat.
the silence was killing him. "how've you been?" gavin knew the answer, but hey, anything to keep the conversation going. "anything new, or..?"
pacing seems like the one good thing david can do. it's that or drown himself in alcohol and beat the life out of his boyfriend. fiancé? ex? who knows, it's messy.
still, he tidies up while he waits and cleans himself up. ripped black jeans and a scuffed band-tee over an inside-out long sleeve shirt will do the trick today.
his head is in his hands when he hears a banging at the door. does he kill gavin or climb him like a tree when he opens the door?
if it's of any comfort, David looks way more put together than Gavin could ever dream of being. he's still in last nights outfit, a white wife beater layered with a raggedy brown jacket and some worn skinny jeans.
whenever the door opened he was tempted to scoop david into a relieved hug, shoulders heavy with the burden of possible fatherhood, but he didn't deserve that comfort now, did he?
".. hey."
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
i don't sleep with men while i'm drunk! you preposterous, manwhore, slut of a man! go take another fucking test. i'm not raising some man's baby with you and i'll be damned if you think i'm staying with you.
oh, please.
you're crazy if you think i'll be keeping this thing. i'll grab another test while i'm out.
atleast you have some part of a brain in that thick headed skull of yours
do you want me to grab you anything?
a receipt for that shiny 'ol engagement ring.
i'm just going to the corner store, sorry.
shame. why don't you get another bottle of vodka so you can fuck one more thing up?
oooh, you got me there, sweetheart.
i'll let you know the results.
fine.
negative.
i'll drop off the receipt soon.
maybe it was a false negative.
took 3. false positive.
because you're not pregnant or because you haven't been sleeping with anyone?
i don't remember sleeping with anyone else.. but i don't remember much of anything to be fair. i dunno. i panicked.
just... come over to mine. we'll hash it out.
okay
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
i don't sleep with men while i'm drunk! you preposterous, manwhore, slut of a man! go take another fucking test. i'm not raising some man's baby with you and i'll be damned if you think i'm staying with you.
oh, please.
you're crazy if you think i'll be keeping this thing. i'll grab another test while i'm out.
atleast you have some part of a brain in that thick headed skull of yours
do you want me to grab you anything?
a receipt for that shiny 'ol engagement ring.
i'm just going to the corner store, sorry.
shame. why don't you get another bottle of vodka so you can fuck one more thing up?
oooh, you got me there, sweetheart.
i'll let you know the results.
fine.
negative.
i'll drop off the receipt soon.
maybe it was a false negative.
took 3. false positive.
because you're not pregnant or because you haven't been sleeping with anyone?
i don't remember sleeping with anyone else.. but i don't remember much of anything to be fair. i dunno. i panicked.
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
i don't sleep with men while i'm drunk! you preposterous, manwhore, slut of a man! go take another fucking test. i'm not raising some man's baby with you and i'll be damned if you think i'm staying with you.
oh, please.
you're crazy if you think i'll be keeping this thing. i'll grab another test while i'm out.
atleast you have some part of a brain in that thick headed skull of yours
do you want me to grab you anything?
a receipt for that shiny 'ol engagement ring.
i'm just going to the corner store, sorry.
shame. why don't you get another bottle of vodka so you can fuck one more thing up?
oooh, you got me there, sweetheart.
i'll let you know the results.
fine.
negative.
i'll drop off the receipt soon.
maybe it was a false negative.
took 3. false positive.
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
i don't sleep with men while i'm drunk! you preposterous, manwhore, slut of a man! go take another fucking test. i'm not raising some man's baby with you and i'll be damned if you think i'm staying with you.
oh, please.
you're crazy if you think i'll be keeping this thing. i'll grab another test while i'm out.
atleast you have some part of a brain in that thick headed skull of yours
do you want me to grab you anything?
a receipt for that shiny 'ol engagement ring.
i'm just going to the corner store, sorry.
shame. why don't you get another bottle of vodka so you can fuck one more thing up?
oooh, you got me there, sweetheart.
i'll let you know the results.
fine.
negative.
i'll drop off the receipt soon.
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
i don't sleep with men while i'm drunk! you preposterous, manwhore, slut of a man! go take another fucking test. i'm not raising some man's baby with you and i'll be damned if you think i'm staying with you.
oh, please.
you're crazy if you think i'll be keeping this thing. i'll grab another test while i'm out.
atleast you have some part of a brain in that thick headed skull of yours
do you want me to grab you anything?
a receipt for that shiny 'ol engagement ring.
i'm just going to the corner store, sorry.
shame. why don't you get another bottle of vodka so you can fuck one more thing up?
oooh, you got me there, sweetheart.
i'll let you know the results.
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
i don't sleep with men while i'm drunk! you preposterous, manwhore, slut of a man! go take another fucking test. i'm not raising some man's baby with you and i'll be damned if you think i'm staying with you.
oh, please.
you're crazy if you think i'll be keeping this thing. i'll grab another test while i'm out.
atleast you have some part of a brain in that thick headed skull of yours
do you want me to grab you anything?
a receipt for that shiny 'ol engagement ring.
i'm just going to the corner store, sorry.
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
i don't sleep with men while i'm drunk! you preposterous, manwhore, slut of a man! go take another fucking test. i'm not raising some man's baby with you and i'll be damned if you think i'm staying with you.
oh, please.
you're crazy if you think i'll be keeping this thing. i'll grab another test while i'm out.
atleast you have some part of a brain in that thick headed skull of yours
do you want me to grab you anything?
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
i don't sleep with men while i'm drunk! you preposterous, manwhore, slut of a man! go take another fucking test. i'm not raising some man's baby with you and i'll be damned if you think i'm staying with you.
oh, please.
you're crazy if you think i'll be keeping this thing. i'll grab another test while i'm out.
we need to talk. now.
@ggavin-ellis
okay? what about..?
i stopped the pill earlier this year 'cuz i didn't need it... weeeeeell i've been nauseous as hell lately and just feeling like shit so i took a test and..
we may have a problem.
what? are you drunk or something? that's impossible. neither of us have sperm you dipfuck. that isn't funny.
okay. so. i hear what you're saying. but i also don't remember most nights. nights i spend at clubs with men who do have sperm.
god i don't know why i ever thought you'd change, you fucking cheater.
so what? now your pregnant with some other man's baby? how many tests have you taken? god, you stupid whore.
it's not on purpose, jesus christ. you're no better when you're drunk.
i've taken one, it was all we had.
