I finally tell you what you’ve been dreading to hear — i don’t wanna fuck you anymore. ???? you just don’t do it for me. you’re too small, too boring, too broke. i sit there on the call, bare feet up, teasing you while i explain how i deserve better — a bigger dick, better gifts, a boyfriend who actually pays for the privilege of even talking to me. every time i wiggle my toes or laugh, you can feel the power shift. you’ll stay, obviously — you always do — but now you’re just the loser boyfriend who pays while someone better gets to fuck me.