Sometimes I just know he would be better off without me. Someone who can budget, who can make money and ale him to do things. Who can do sexy stuff, without the compromises of all the fat I have. Who doesn't have my lack of endurance. Idk. He always seems happier when he is talking to other people. Like we've run out of things to talk about. I feel like. It's stale. I'm stale.
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