by Patrickson
Have to ask why? How. All we see is him taking what is essentially petty revenge.
I understand the feeling, I really do...
But that ain't it, boss.
How deep any of those cuts truly are if she doesn't even realize she is bleeding?
This is way too soft to be seen as a BTB... but hey, nothing farfetched or illegal to so deal with, so that's a plus I guess!
This one is weird. You captured the anger and resentment but the execution didn't hit at all. We don't know if she even realized any of that shit. Given she is completely absent from this story, we have to assume she barely stayed at home if at all.
It seems far more likely that she didn't connect any of that shit and was just happy to keep getting dicked. And the dumbass at home thinking he's actually doing something. If the slut isn't established as someone who cares about all that shit, the story is pointless.
Patrickson's stories are among my favorites but not this one. My heart bleeds for the plants: did he have to be so cruel to them???
This was more lyrical poem than anything. It was good as far as it went, but it left me wanting more.
I read originality in what and how his cuts were created but overall I cannot see the value of all the effort IF she never spotted and reacted to the cut(s). If he was this distraught then LEAVE her behind. But to expend this much effort on a DEAD relationship - who is the cuck?
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MOVE ON and invest this effort into anew that may give you happiness.
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2.9*** hooyah, missing her outrage of each cut
Wow! A great, crisp little story. I do agree with some other commenters that she couldn't be /that/ blind to all he was doing. That's a problem. But the idea of it ... fabulous.
A delightfully original tale. My only complaint was its brevity but hats off to the author. Thank you.