And then eventually -not that night, but weeks or months down the line, after enough time passed from Thanksgiving’s incident and whenever he considered dating again- Mitch wouldn’t be a victim anymore. Not that he ever wanted that label in particular, or even fully accepted that it’s what he was.

But everyone that he loved surely had opinions on his tastes and habits. They’d wonder who the next scumbag would be, and the extent of the awfulness. No one would ever trust him to make his own decisions. Did they talk about him behind his back? Were they “worried” or just outright disappointed? If he kept failing, would they eventually ask why he couldn’t just settle down with a nice guy?

Interpersonal Chemistry

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