Psycho bitches up at night
So it's nearly 2am and my housemate is not back yet.
Housemate and occasional fuckbuddy, which makes it a little bit complicated.
Sometimes I am consumed by possessiveness and jealousy.
Like tonight when all he's taken with him for a supposed visit to the parents to charge his battery is his 'going out' backpack.
Which conveniently has a box of condoms.
And when the phone rings, he supposedly going home to his parents.
But he doesn't talk like that on the phone to his mom. Doesn't speak so soft. So hushed.
He's spritzing on cologne. Just to go to his parents?
I know I can't have him. Or keep him.
But it can't stop me from being so afraid of losing him.
Housemate and occasional fuckbuddy, which makes it a little bit complicated.
Sometimes I am consumed by possessiveness and jealousy.
Like tonight when all he's taken with him for a supposed visit to the parents to charge his battery is his 'going out' backpack.
Which conveniently has a box of condoms.
And when the phone rings, he supposedly going home to his parents.
But he doesn't talk like that on the phone to his mom. Doesn't speak so soft. So hushed.
He's spritzing on cologne. Just to go to his parents?
I know I can't have him. Or keep him.
But it can't stop me from being so afraid of losing him.