raza
“Don’t put words in m’mouth, I didn’t say any’a that shit,” I snap back. He ain’t listenin’. An he’s actin’ like there are separate rules for himself than there are others, that there ain’t certain ways of doin’ things. He may not care - or be aware - of what his actions mean to others, but that don't mean it should continue. “Maybe you’ll understand this.” I turn an’ face him again, eyes flashing with contempt. “Don’t blow me off, don’t leave me in the dark, an’ have the godsdamn courtesy to listen when I say somethin’ ain’t right, because I probably know more’n you know an’ I’m rarely this angry.”
Honestly, it’s like the guy’s never dealt with a woman who knows what the fuck she’s talkin’ about and gets shit done. I pause for a moment to see what he’ll say, but I still got one foot out the door.
Honestly, it’s like the guy’s never dealt with a woman who knows what the fuck she’s talkin’ about and gets shit done. I pause for a moment to see what he’ll say, but I still got one foot out the door.
