I don't mind when she smiles at other people. I don't mind when she laughs louder for the neighbors, or stops crying for a stranger. I don't mind that she cuddles with him, but only wants to play with me. I don't even mind that she doesn't notice when I leave the room.
But god, the stink of another woman's perfume on her head.
Ladies, ladies - can we dial down the musk? I'm getting secondhand skin rashes and she, dry scalp from all the bathes.
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