Tina struggled to keep her anger and disappointment in check as she stepped through the door and into the bedroom. Once there she studied the naked brunette perched leisurely on the bed, oblivious to her surrounds and completely at peace as she devoured a treasured book. If it had been any other day she would have hesitated to interrupt her partner’s solitary zen practice but having just discovered she was deceived she wasn’t in a particularly solicitous mood. “What is this?” she demanded.

The startled brunette glanced up and squinted at the creased document being held up for her observation. “I can’t see very well from here but it looks like a letter to me” she said.

Confused and a little unsettled by the typically calm blonde’s sudden spurt of hostility, she served up her best smile hoping to mitigate whatever was brewing. The day was too young for her to have yarned the privilege of an angry Tina. She tried to recall if she’d written an offending letter to her lover in her sleep, she couldn’t.

“It isn’t a letter”

“Well what is it?” the brunette leaned forward hoping to get a better glimpse of the mysterious document that was about to put an end to her tranquil morning plans.

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I’ll tell you what it is, it’s the end of their relationship that’s what!

Tina has found empirical evidence of what I’ve always suspected. For a moment there I was worried Tina would forever be victim to this woman’s special blend of trickery but now i’m pleased that won’t be so. Her long awaited disillusionment has arrived and today Tina is finally going to end her relationship with that dreadful woman. Some might say it’s too early to call but I know better than some, better than most actually.

Today’s it. And it may very well be the happiest day of my life.

What you need to know is that this woman isn’t right for my Tina. I want Tina to skip right through the preamble and just toss her out on her faithless ass.

From the moment I met her I knew she wasn’t the one for my sweet darling Tina. She walked over to me, ran her intruding hand over the trimming on my waist and walked away without a word. I felt objectified. She’s never acknowledged my presence or influence since. No more.