Before I laid eyes on him for the last time, I dumped the rest of my research on the table. The pictures and documents exposing every lie he had told me up to this point.
“You’re pretty for a dark skin girl.” He said it as if I was supposed to be honored to have his visual approval. He assumed that, just like cat calling, this was a welcome form of adoration. I’m sure in his mind after he said this killer line, I would smile widely and blush the …
So, here I was again, creating another fake social media profile so I could find out everything i could about the girl he chose over me