Molly
Missy and I sat next to each other eating popcorn. She had come over to give me my twice-a-week massage I pay her for, and now we were sitting on the couch watching B-rated horror movies. Soon, we'll move from B-rated horror to cringe worthy romance. Both of us are not in the mood for anything else.
Both of us confessed during the massage that we royally f*cked up with Rome and Michael. Her because of an ex who cheated on her with skinnier women, but was so possessive of her he never allowed her to go out with Heather and me, and he would put her down all the time, before trying to love bomb her. Me because of an ex who said I wasn’t the type of woman men marry. All because I was confident in my own sexuality. I knew what I liked and didn’t like. The three men I dated after tha
