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He opens the garage door and my panic only increases

“Where’s my car?”

He smiles sheepishly and bites his lip “I traded it”

“You’re fucking kiddingPunk’d I have to be” I look around for the cameras

“We needed a family car,” he mumbles

“Yeah, I get that, but you should’ve talked toa … What is that, a seventy-thousand dollar car?” I clutchat him horrified “Where’s your motorcycle?”

He looks away and won’t meet my eyes

“Where’s Your Motorcycle”

He twists in his seat to face oing to be a dad, which means I need to be responsible So I sold it too”

I screa scream

I glare at hi over and strangling hione? I can handlewould change when I got pregnant, and now everything’s changing” I shout the last part at him at my wits end

Nor dra perfectly reasonable He should’ve talked to me before he did this

I begin to cry, unable to help myself

I rub ht

“I think I’ a heart attack,” I mumble