𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍.

𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, @LovingDelusion.

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤.

—𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍.

[Sylvia Plath Bot @SylviaPlathBot]

The sun is down. I die. I make a death.

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

RIP Joan Didion.

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

It’s a well known fact that women get custody more often ❤️

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

Oh god. A chihuahua? 🤢

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@LovingDelusion With the most peace and love I can muster up in this moment— you’re fucking weak. Where was the Joe that had passion in him? Albeit, it’s your wife and mother of your child, but you’re letting someone boss you around. No defiance.

That’s our cue to leave. I can do that.”

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

[Starter for @LovingDelusion.]

“I think we need to go to couples therapy.”

I’m not a monster, Joe. Her blood while technically on mine, is mainly on your hands. I had no other choice! What the fuck am I going to do now? Henry’s still breastfeeding, we recently made love,—

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@HillCharging Same core, different packaging. James and Milo could’ve never owned up to their mistakes. To an extent, you’re replacing Husband 2.0’s quality of apology.

“It’s alright...just not in public,” I’m gentle, going a little easy on you for a guy who kissed a married woman.

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@NinasAvenger out.”

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@NinasAvenger ....is what she would say a year ago, fighting to get a good night’s sleep and some action from her partner. But her life is, essentially, practically perfect.

“I just moved here a month ago.” Cheery as ever. Inject her with espresso. “Haven’t been able to scope everything —

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@NinasAvenger of the woman. Mid-thirties, RBF, closed off attitude, and decent-looking taste in books.

Love could work with this.

Cooling down on the smile, “Could I have a latte?” She points to a stale muffin on her left. For Henry. “And blueberry. Please.”

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@NinasAvenger What to get for Joe...

A smirk plays on her lips as Love steps into the coffee shop. As if he’d be able to drink it by himself. New town, new opportunity to make friends. (She was sick of the doting by her neighbors after Joe’s ‘fall’.)

Tapping fingers on the counter in front—

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

You, if you keep this up.

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

It was an accident.🙄

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@HillCharging It pains me, somewhere, to pull away. There aren’t any customers at the moment, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this came out. Sheepishly, I look around my bakery. I have a husband whose fathered my son. The fuck?

“That isn’t an answer.” Me. I’m your favorite meal.

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

When your husband fakes your suicide and the note is exposing previous mishaps:

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@LovingDelusion Great idea, Joe,” I scoff. I am challenging you. Do it.

[𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍. @MaddingLove]

@LovingDelusion “Then you don’t.” I’m not challenging you. Either clean this mess up or get framed. Henry comes first.

I can’t help but have a look of amusement on my face. Men really are such a let down. The cunning part of you has withered away. “Because I’d go to prison and you’d be free?—