Thomas nodded, pressing his hands to his eyes to stop the headache that was beginning to form. "Gave her my great-grandmother's wedding ring and she wore it to bed with Rupert-fucking-Brookstanton the following Friday to celebrate."
His hands dropped to his lap and he rolled his head to Billie. She probably did not give a shit about his relationship problems, but seeing as she was the first person he'd actually explained things to since the breakup he felt the need to at least be honest with her. She didn't have to sit and listen to him whine, but she was, and seemingly without a problem.
"So now I'm the bloody tool that couldn't satisfy his girlfriend, and is too goddamn chicken to confront her about it." Not to mention that his overbearing, controlling sister (the rags had been right about that too) reminded him at every family function that he'd managed to royally muck up so many things that it was a wonder he still had a head on his shoulders. "What a piece of work, right?"
He let a breath out from his nose, the room beginning to spin, "But I really don't want to remind myself of how much of a loser I am."
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