Relationship
Sometimes I think the best way to describe my relationship with Marc is to give an example of a (somewhat normal) event when we are together:
Marc and I went to eat breakfast together in the cafeteria yesterday. Marc picked up one of his tator tots and held it near my face until I looked up. As soon as I looked up, he crushed the tator tot in his fingers right in front of my eye. I started to freak out because I had no idea what he was trying to do.
Here is another one:
Marc had been beating me all day. Then at dinner, he went to the ice cream machine and got an ice cream cone. I stared at him intently for a few moments, realizing that this was my opportunity to beat him! So I ran to the ice cream machine and got an ice cream cone and attempted to finish mine before he was done with his. He realized what was happening, so he ate his ice cream cone in TWO bites. Then he went and got a SECOND ice cream cone and finished it in FOUR bites, before I was even halfway through with mine.
There'll be more stories later.
Marc and I went to eat breakfast together in the cafeteria yesterday. Marc picked up one of his tator tots and held it near my face until I looked up. As soon as I looked up, he crushed the tator tot in his fingers right in front of my eye. I started to freak out because I had no idea what he was trying to do.
Here is another one:
Marc had been beating me all day. Then at dinner, he went to the ice cream machine and got an ice cream cone. I stared at him intently for a few moments, realizing that this was my opportunity to beat him! So I ran to the ice cream machine and got an ice cream cone and attempted to finish mine before he was done with his. He realized what was happening, so he ate his ice cream cone in TWO bites. Then he went and got a SECOND ice cream cone and finished it in FOUR bites, before I was even halfway through with mine.
There'll be more stories later.