“I just can’t believe you broke up with him,” my mom says for what must be the fifth or sixth time since I got home from work. I roll my eyes, just thankful my dad isn’t around to pile onto the inquisition, and grab my towel off the hanger.
“He was an asshole, Mom. Believe me, if I told you exactly what he said—”
“But he was rich,” she laughs. “He would have been an easy ticket to the high life!”
“That’s nice, Mom. So he’s right he gets to cheat on me?”
Mom waves a dismissive hand in the air. “So he gets a little side action. Big deal! You get to live in a big house and wear diamonds, maybe have your own side piece too.”
I almost gag. “That sounds great, Mom. Date a guy for his money and then have some weird relationship where we both cheat on each other? No, thanks.”
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