You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I met the person I would spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues… who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose her. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I choose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore!

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