Inspired by the song Blood by Kacy Crowley
Lainey Williams and Jason Morgan
Shut Up
He hates to talk. It's the best fucking part of his personality- if you ask her.
All day long at work she has to play the good listener. Why she ever wanted to be a therapist she can not figure out anymore. Did she really think she could save the world? She can't even fix her own damn life. Can't find a man to marry. Can't even decide if she wants the American dream for herself still. The house. The babies. Does she even care if she gets that now or is she past deluding herself that its coming? Should she reach for it one more time?
With him she doesn't have to decide. She knows that he won't give it to her. And that's just fine. She doesn't have any illusions about what they are to each other. Her back will bear the bruises tomorrow. She's pressed against the hard wood of her office door. Jason slams into her- and every thrust is sweet perfection. Because he doesn't love her. And he never talks about why.
