A sober week because he's still sick. Working my way out. Ok, crazy conversation...
Nabal: I'm going to sleep.
Me: Good night.
Nabal: Give me a little besito. Kiss good night. Me: No. Nabal: What do you mean no? Me: No. (he tries to kiss me on my mouth. I duck and he slobbed on my cheek...yuck) Nabal: Come upstairs and sleep with me.
What the hell? Is he pretending or what is he doing, thinking? Just trying to frustrate me...
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