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Your beauty held my gaze because I wanted to know every part of you. You told me everything, and some of it I didn’t want to know. We went out on my birthday and you jumped into another guy’s arms, he’s married and you slept with both of them. You told me how lucky I was because of how fat I am. You would meet men for drinks, you would meet women for drinks, you would wake up and drink. You became pregnant, and didn’t know how it happened. I gave you a drink and explained it. Then, I held your hand after as you cried. You blamed me, said you didn’t want a fat baby and I reminded you we haven’t had sex in months.