My mate, Tim accused my other mate, and his boyfriend, Nick, of cheating on him because he watched porn.
My head spun.
There's a tough call. I mean, I can kind of see his (stupid) point, weirdly, if you have that kind of relationship, you know, buttoned up tighter that a… not really sure how to finish that analogy… a homophobe’s arsehole at a gay orgy.
You know, if you both agreed to only have eyes for each other, I guess.
I've never thought about it that way before, myself. Cheating, presumably, on your own in a room on your own? Is that even logical? I’m not really sure about that.
Later, I found out that Nick had told Tim earlier that he didn't like Tim watching porn. What? My head spun again.
Oh, I see what this is about now. (is that revenge porn?)
Ah the (unnecessarily) tangled webs we weave.
2006
All the things that could go wrong with a relationship, the trip ups, the fails, the problems, the hurts, the misunderstandings, the let downs, the boring bits, the pain, the lies, even the white lies, I can’t really see the above being one of them.
Is it self sabotage? Or just sabotage?
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