Something Stolen, Something Cruel, Something Walked Away
I went to my best friend's place for her birthday, and out of nowhere, she started complaining.
"I'm so jealous of you," she said. "Your boyfriend has basically no sex drive."
"Mine's the complete opposite. He wanted it seven times last night. I was crying so hard I lost my voice, and he still wouldn't stop."
I gave her a sympathetic smile. "That just means he's crazy about you. Unlike mine—he's practically celibate. Like a monk."
She raised an eyebrow, casually stroking the two-million-dollar ruby bangle on her wrist. "He's not bad," she said, a hint of smugness in her voice. "He was with his ex for five years, but he still chose to marry me behind her back. He was so afraid she'd push