Step up, Cucki! Your despair is my pleasure!

I’m sitting in front of you in the dress you gave me. But I’m not wearing it for you; you can forget that illusion right now. Shall I tell you what I’ve been doing with it? Oh, it’ll break your heart again, honey. Just like every single time I tell you what I’m up to while you’re stuck at the office or waiting for me to get back from my “girls’ night out.” But one thing we both know for sure: you’ll never leave me, no matter how often or how badly I hurt you and break you down piece by piece.