Can’t lie. Like I really can’t. These acknowledgements are a little flattering, in a teeny tiny evil way. Yes, deep down inside women typically relish in these moments. We always think we were the best thing that ever happened to him, and when he himself agrees a course of action takes place, more than often. We feel propelled, obligated even, to intervene throw on a cape and save a heaux. It’s a really effective spin move he can pull whenever he wants, because its gravitational, but for all the wrong reasons. Be leery of this one. If he really can’t live without you, make him prove it. At least for a little while. Or a great while, depending on the size of the crime.
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