The Temporary Husband
“No offense to you brother, but holy shit. you two look nothing alike! He has a very different tastes for his men and women.”
Because I’m a fake. A means to an end.
My brother, unaware of my internal turmoil, or maybe he’s enjoying it, continues.
“She’s an absolute smoke show! I have no idea if you are, since it wild be weird, you’re my baby brother–” he snickers,
Baby brother.
He’s doing the bullying thing again. Wrapping it in kind words so he can say he was being kind.
“You shouldn’t be saying that, you’re almost divorced because of this.” my voice is detached,