[The last shred of reason in her says: it's fine. You're of a certain age. So are the men you like. How many men are unmarried by their forties, especially in places that haven't had society collapse? How many haven't fathered children? It's just the rule of numbers. Men get married and they fuck.
But the rest of her just feels furious. Maybe she hasn't been lied to, and sure, the bitch is dead. Sometimes people die and sometimes the survivors don't want to talk about it, especially when they've got someone new in their lap, teasing them about first kisses.
But how many fucking times is this going to happen? Is she just doomed to be interested in a man who will pick the baggage over her every time?
There's heat on her voice.]
Yeah? Every time we talk, it's all "I don't have memories" and shit, but now you had a wife?
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But the rest of her just feels furious. Maybe she hasn't been lied to, and sure, the bitch is dead. Sometimes people die and sometimes the survivors don't want to talk about it, especially when they've got someone new in their lap, teasing them about first kisses.
But how many fucking times is this going to happen? Is she just doomed to be interested in a man who will pick the baggage over her every time?
There's heat on her voice.]
Yeah? Every time we talk, it's all "I don't have memories" and shit, but now you had a wife?