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True Self: Chapter Eight
I sat in my chair, staring across the room at Chelsea as she shouted and cursed me for sleeping with her husband. I didn’t interrupt or try to stop her.
A few minutes ago, I came home to find her standing outside my apartment. Instead of having her shout and yell and make a scene in the hallway, I let her inside.
“Are you not going to say anything?” Chelsea asked as she finally stopped.
“I was waiting until you were done,” I replied.
Chelsea was the typical woman that blamed the mistress for her cheating husband’s actions. Of course, he had done nothing wrong. It was all my fault.
“You’re a whore! That fucks with every man,” Chelsea shook her head as she folded her arms.
“Guilty as charged,” I shrugged. “You think you’re the only person to call me any of those names?”
Chelsea stared at me with the typical look of disgust.
“If I was a man, you wouldn’t say those things,” I nodded as I sat back in my chair. “Your husband and all your male friends would be giving me high fives and asking to hear about all the women I had fucked but because I have a vagina instead of a penis, I am wrong?” I shook my head.
“No, it’s not like that,” Chelsea said, shaking her head.
