You Get Distracted for a Moment and Your Boyfriend Fucks You

He's coming over tonight.

Fuck. I fucking hate that guy. Why does he have to be here all the time?

Why can't you two just get along?

I don't know. He treats you like shit. I don't like him.

And I don't like... I don't know. I think he's a cheater, I think he's good for nothing, and I think you can do a hell of a lot better.