I am hoping for something anything good out of his mouth.. something that gives me hope that we can still work it out somehow "So is the baby mine or Matt's? " he asks me sarcastically.
That is when I lose the last shred of patience that I was holding onto! Enough is enough! The heartless asshole!
I go inside the room and start packing my things without uttering so much as a word. Strangely enough, I am not crying. Meanwhile, I hear them making out in the hall outside. Apparently, Brad is enjoying a blowjob. Good for them. See if I care now.
After I am done packing- which consisted of throwing things inside my suitcase, I slowly and painfully drag my suitcase out, having to watch them kiss and make out in every possible corner of my house. They are like two wild animals who cannot see
