I did not feel so bad when he slapped me. I felt quite bad w..
🕑 Added 2024-10-09 17:33:33 +0000 UTC
I did not feel so bad when he slapped me. I felt quite bad when he told me to meet him in that bookstore and then as I stared at a first edition of Breakfast at Tiffany’s he texted me to say he had gone home. I did not feel bad when he told me to do my job. I felt very bad when I dragged the heavy bags of rubbish down to the bins at the end of the alley. I felt bad when he asked me to wear my sexiest lingerie. I did not feel bad when he said he was watching me. I felt bad when I was alone in the afternoons and a long line was forming. I felt bad when he showed me how to make coffee despite my already knowing. I felt bad when I had to smile for nine hours. I did not feel bad when he pretended we didn’t know each other. I did not feel bad when he told me the price of the hotel rooms. I felt a little bad when by accident I picked up his phone instead of my own. I did not feel bad when I asked for a second drink. I felt bad when he texted me and asked me to remind him of the price to pay. I felt bad when he remembered his real life. I did not feel bad when he was agreeable. I felt bad when I was asked to stay longer. I felt a little bad when he gave me a gift. I felt bad when I received emails addressed to me that were meant for somebody else. I felt bad when it was summer and the cafe had no air conditioning. I did not feel bad when he didn’t listen. I did not feel bad when the bed remained made. I felt bad when I could not speak. I did not feel bad when I lay there in the languid early evening with nowhere to go.
