I’ve seen the way he touches her. I’ve seen the video. Pictures, hell, in real life I’ve seen it b. He calls me crazy but I know what I cannot unsee. 

He touches them. He doesn’t feign interest, he goes all out. Close enough so he can smell their breath after he eats their pussy. 

He doesn’t do that to me, at all. He calls me sugarplum, I fucking hate that as much as the name baby. He uses them to not get me confused with the girls he inhales. Devotes himself to. They get everything I am entitled to because I pay dearly, monetarily and emotionally physically, and spiritually to call him my boyfriend. 

They should have sloppy seconds. 

Instead. With all my earnestness I hold onto my spot. Sloppy and abused and now broke.