Every year, he takes a good amount of time to pick out bespoke dog treats, forgot his wallet in the car, and then I pay for everything, I'm grumpy for the rest of the outing bc $100 dog treats means I'm eating Campbells straight out of the can for a month. Every year, I save up strength for a week, recover for another, because it's a sea of people at Christmas Village. So many many smells, competing music, traffic around Love Park, the people. We're bundled up but our eyes so I have no idea where my body ends and yours begins. I didn't know they said I'm his abuser. I didn't know bc i'm not.
Steph and Rich even forced me to go to dilworth on the morning of the 25th, luckily looked like 5 years after the apocalypse, we saw not a single soul walking from 12th Street.
I don't live in fish town never have, Steph asks for a tour, I research like crazy, walk around for hours with both. But I'm his abuser? Please help me understand.
Whyyyyy?