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Really?

Really.

Because you're more than people have a tendency to believe you are.

Hm. Maybe.

It's what I believe to be true.

Then that's what we'll go with.

Clever mirroring, by the by.

It needed to be pointed out.

And you did.

I did give a better answer, you know.

To what?

To him.

Yes, I know.

I think it's done, and that's probably for the best all the way around.

It wasn't a better answer, it was a pussy answer and ya know it. Ya ain't even woman 'nough to just say no.

Because you listened so damn well when I did say no.

You want a no? Alright. No.

I don't want to fuck you. Yes, you're damn good at stroking an ego and playing the innuendo game. Let's be honest here, you mostly wanted to screw me because I say no just enough to leave you interested and you are convinced a person who slept around as much or more than you can't be faithful. If I screw around on him, you get to prove the point.

If it happens, it sure as hell won't be with you. And it's not going to happen.

Feel better? Good luck. Seriously. Keep your family problems outta my family from hear on out. I don't wanna hear 'bout it, through anyone who lives in my house.

Ya ain't gotta clue what I want. Ya ain't gonna ever have a clue what I want. Ya can't get outta ya own way long 'nough to see what anyone else might want, need, or even be about.

Good luck to both of ya, really. Enjoy ya forever with an emotional cripple. Ya perfect for each other.

Barnes, if Mel tells me she no longer wishes to speak to me, I will listen to and respect her wishes. You, however, aren't the one who gets to make that decision for her. She deserves more respect than that.

Fine. I don't know anything about you. I'm done caring about that.

We are. And it'll be a good forever.

Your Highness, I didn't say shit 'bout who Mel talks to.

Ya say that like ya ever fucking cared. I'm sorry I'm done being some game for ya, so ya can bond with ya ex-husband, saying one thing to me and something else to him.

I'm certain it will be. Until the next bout of iron poisoning, anyway. Or ya don't agree with him.

Ya know what, really, I do hope ya happy. For the sake of those poor kids. They deserve better.

If you're done, leave. Then you can go off and feel morally superior somewhere they actually care.

The shame of all this shit is that I did care. I genuinely liked you. Wanted to be friends with you. And you're right, it got twisted wrong. I'm fucked in the head, shocking as hell.

Though I should say if you're going to try to keep on the high horse, you might try avoiding the low blows.

Do ya seriously think this is 'bout me feeling morally superior? Wow, for all the caring ya claim ya did, ya really ain't gotta clue. I never, ever claimed to have a morally superior bone in my bone. I might be delusional, but that's not my delusion.

Ya liked me when it suited ya. And ya trashed me when it suited ya. That's not caring, that's playing games. At least own that. Got all twisted cause ya can't keep a sense of yaself. That's the part that worries me 'bout ya kids, their mom don't know who she is.

Woulda been just fine if ya just didn't shut down and turn into a bitch for no reason at random moments. Ya damn well know I stay mad for a day or two, tops. But I'm just done with it.

Now I am gonna go, and let ya go back to acting morally superior with your ex-husband. It was a pathetically cheap shot and ya know, but ya act like it's the best thing since sliced bread. Who's the one acting here?

Good night and good luck.

You're done. Leave now.

Or what?

You just can't resist, can you?

I can't. I really can't. It's like some sorta mental block or something.

I'm going.

*crosses his arms*

Can't even let her finish her own fight... *laughs and walks away*

*mumbles something about thinking of intentionally picking a fight with Barnes' pregnant wife*

Because your kinky like that?

True story.

True.dat

I totally knew it.

Yeah, me neither.

Because you aren't horrible.