We were sitting together one night having a beer. She took a
gulp, put the beer down and a teeny burp escaped. I looked at her and grinned.
She looked back, mortified. “I’m so sorry” she stammered. “Ugh” I thought, “her
asshole narc ex.” I kept smiling, “that was so freaking adorable.” “Now this”,
I said and chugged half a bottle before ripping a larger burp “is a real burp.”
She looked slightly stunned for a second. “Sorry, it’s just he would tell me
off for anything that was not becoming.”
She burped again, just a little bit. I grinned at her. She smiled
back, feeling just that little more free of him. Just a small step to her being
her.
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