She stormed into the house, Wes trailing behind her lik
se onto the couch. "You're throwing a tantrum bec
e joke, Jenny," I
m down. Ethan, honey, what's this all about? You know how muc
he condescension was so
my wife, Wes," I said,
my rock. And if you must know, he's the reason I
nce, as if she were announci
sked, though I already knew the a
ining a simple concept to a slow child. "They've been pressuring him. So, as his best friend, his loyal
xpecting me to appl
s child," I stated,
d selfish that you can't support my act of kindness? This is who
beautiful thing, really. A
logic, the shameless gaslighting. It was breathtaking in i
ong it felt like a physical force. It cleansed me
ike ice. "And I'm selling the house. You h
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