He came over today, we painted together, watched our favorite show and fooled around like porn stars. Then I believe he went to see her. Now I am the other woman. She doesn't know we sleep together and go on dates. She doesn't know he tells me he loves me. She doesn't know he touches and rubs me with all of the love I could ask for. It's like we have flip flopped. I am too good to be the other woman. What the fuck am I doing? I am in an open relationship, but I am starting to believe I should close it even though the love I have for him is so genuine and strong.
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