At Least I Have A Place For Thanksgiving

There are lots of reasons, but they all sound crazy. The only one that makes sense is lonely. I have friends, past lovers, but I am lonely. My neighbor is a man, arrogant, overbearing. Whenever I say something he corrects me. I also get 'manhandled' by him. And I 'bend over' and take it. Then I always go to the bathroom and run the hot water and go to him with a hot wet washcloth to clean him, before cleaning myself. He doesn't think anal is right, but he does feel that I was made for fucking, and he's going to do the fucking. We live next door to his ex, in the garage apartment.

Anyway Thanksgiving is coming. He wants me to take over, prove to his ex wife I can do the cooking. Again, Thanksgiving will be with his ex in her house. I'm the 'girlfriend'. His kids ask me questions, I don't know how to answer. His ex asks me questions I can't answer. They got divorced because of me. I'm the homewrecker.

That's it, I have nothing more to add, an ex lesbian two timer, living next door to his ex and children. Like it or not I'm part of 'the family',