the prettier I am, the angrier the men are. one of the men who lives here said to my spouse, “you need to share,” pertaining to me. when I wear tank tops, my shoulders seem to hurt him. I feel sad like I should wear a potato sack for clothes, like do you really need
When I met my spouse, I thought he was a man. He was skinny, had no breasts, long hair, so much kindness. Glowing with kindness. Then we got together, and I was fully in love with him. But I was confused because he was so different from men I’ve known! behavior All the other men