“Bro, I can’t take it anymore. I’m done with my girlfriend,” Justin groaned, rubbing his temples.
Simon raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? I thought she was perfect for you.”
“Yeah, well, I was dead wrong,” Justin huffed. “She’s controlling, demanding… it’s like I have no say in my own life. She just wants me to follow her orders.”
Simon smirked. “Go on… I’m listening.”
Justin threw his hands up. “Dude, where do I even start? We only eat what she wants. We only watch what she wants. I can’t even plan a damn vacation—she decides everything. She threw out all my old clothes, and now my entire wardrobe looks like it belongs to someone else.
She is such a control freak who wants her boyfriend to follow her around like a puppet.
And don’t even get me started on sex—only when she wants it. The moment I try to initiate, she pushes me away. Hell, she won’t even let me masturbate!”
Simon leaned in, eyes twinkling. “Bro… don’t take this the wrong way, but… can I marry her?“