I am angry and hurt and so I egg him on a little.
I pretend for a moment that his open relationship idea is a good one. After all, life is short. Why not be free.

He likes this version of me, flirty and slutty and when I mention my new lace bra he decides to show me just how much he likes this new me.

There on my screen. Proof of what? How much he wanted me to be different? How exciting it is to think of me with another man? How exciting his new found freedom will be?

He thinks I like this. That I might mastrubate to it. That with it I will be happy.
For that is what he wants. I do believe that. But no. It did not make me happy. It makes me cheap and sad. And so very alone.
And so I ponder, what do I do with it? And how has it come to this?
His ****, hard and ready and me, alone again.