Putting the ‘ew’ in threeway.

This is an excerpt from a text, in which I reference a possible – or even likely – threeway, which may or may not have taken place tonight between Elle, Nathan, and some other girl. It’s tempting to write a graphic narrative, but maybe I’ll do that later. Anyways, here’s what was written:

Which I would sooner die than exist in a world where such things aren’t only the stuff of nightmares, but also very much a reality.

On the (slight) off chance that it’s not occurring right now, then that it jad occurred so many times before and almost certainly will be a recurring situation in the future — and not in some distant, estranged version of the future, but likely in much the same way as it has been so many times before — wherein you claim to love me, keeping a straight face – I can only imagine what expressions you have when you’re in the course of showing others the value of that love, and make clear that there’s enough of it to go around.

Try as I might, I look back over the past thirty some-odd years and cannot remember an exchange, which can be surpassed in its cruelty or anywhere near as emotionally damaging. I suppose the things you’d said today were just kind of triggering, on so many levels, although you were finally being honest in admitting to what I’ve known for a long time now:

That you do not love me; that I disgust you; that you want to fuck and/or be with someone or someones else.

All these ‘hard teen cock’ jokes might be funnier, if they were really even a joke. Painful as it was to hear — how much you resent me and want someone(s) else, I suppose it is nothing your actions hadn’t already repeatedly made all too clear—again, these sentiments when acted out being far more painful, as actions speak sp much louder.