There's a stranger in our house

We had only known each other for well over a week but believe me I fell head first in love with him for the purpose of this let us call him “Chris”.

At first Chris was everything I hoped for in man, yes he was stylish, good looking and a true gentleman. No wait! He was almost everything that I hoped for except the fact that he had a way of bringing out Leticia every now and then, he can be very harsh and rude you see.

We both know how Leticia feels about sharing so her discovering that there is someone else besides her occupying space in my heart and mind, two of her favorite spots in the house was not so pleasant. She got her sass on telling me how Chris is going to leave me and how I don’t deserve him.

I do not understand why she has to be so mean to me. I mean she is just a tenant in this house after all.

But there is a stranger in our house, one who makes me feel like Leticia doesn’t have to exist and one who is my happy place. Never mind the time we’ve spent together Chris is great but it’s him and Leticia that are always at each other’s throats

It’s no secret they don’t like each other but can’t they at least be civil towards each other? after all we are living together in this house.

I’ve had a few misunderstandings that have threatened any form of relation between this man and I because of this constant war I have going on with Leticia.

People like me only get a Chris once in a while and we still struggle to keep him because Leticia has a power over me and nobody is willing to deal with her.

For the record there is nothing going on between Chris and I because we cannot afford to host a stranger in our house.

So for now it’s just the both of us and we(Leticia and I) are not on speaking terms because she made me lose a chance of being with someone I liked.

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