I can't go into how i know, (if you know, you know) but i found out i'm not the only woman to have been treated poorly by Mr. Cigar. And when i say poorly, i mean, i'm not the first woman he crossed boundaries with by choking me out after i specifically told him i did not want to participate in that.
I'm fond of my brain cells, and breathing.
While i enjoy being bitten, I don't want to have to explain it to my coworkers. I like to be able to go out in public without layers of makeup on my face trying to cover a bite mark. Yes, my face.
And frankly, i hate scarves, especially in the summer.
The more i think about it, the more i realize why i stopped sleeping while i was with him. My body was stressed to the max and my brain was screaming at me "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU"......
It's embarrassing. But he wasn't a stranger.
But really, he was.
I hope to never see his face again.
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