Reality hit me hard. I was not prepared for that truth to be told.
We were lying in the bed last night after we had sex. I expressed the desire to speak with Sam about recent dynamics. When she asked me where do we go from here, I shook my head and said I don't know. She went mad at me - back, hold, hard. She went zero to sixty. She told me I was acting like an unwilling participant, not the one who pushed things through. The one who virtually insisted she goes on a date with him. I said it feels like it's out of the control. She said we can end this anytime if we do not enjoy it anymore. She was saying all the right things. And weirdly I resented her for it. The truth was I didn't want to have to confront my responsibility. Her understanding and willingness to prioritize our relationship comforted me despite my inner turmoil. Ultimately I gave her my permission to make her own choice and keep seeing Danny. She taunted me with her determination to continue fucking him, to continue acceding to his every whim, no matter how debauched.