I verbally attack him as soon as he walks through the door. I can’t believe he had sex with me then didn’t bother to check up on me for six whole days. But I guess that’s the type of man I’m dealing with. The type of man who I’ll now have to deal with for the rest of my life. I’m torn between cutting him off from my body forever and wanting him to touch me, to fulfill the need which is constantly brewing. These hormones are no joke, but they can’t be my crutch for standing up for myself and telling Drayden to take a long-overdue hike. I guess I’ll have to take one day at a time and see what happens. “And where exactly do you want to go?” He brings in my food tray and sets it in its usual spot. “I don’t care, but I can’t spend one more day cooped up in this room. I’m going stir-crazy, Drayden, and I’m sure all of that anxiety can’t be good for the baby.” Yeah, I’ll play the baby card as many times as I deem necessary to get what I want.
