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MandoWantsToBattle

I LOVE THIS FUCKING SHIP SO MUCH JANAKWNWIWNQLQMQO

!DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT HATE SIBSY (AKA MANDOS WIFEE) NEITHER MORGAN (NATES EX-GIRLFRIEND)

Proceed. Oh and if you get to the end, there's a reward for yall thirsty for da bum secks :^)

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Love

[luhv]

Noun

A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

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Mando/Andy's POV

"Love is quite a weird feeling. It isn't the worst, but it isn't the best. It's just... weird"

Explaining why you broke your marriage is hard on itself.

But now imagine doing it live on a website with thousands of people watching you split your pathetic tears for someone you will never be able to recover.

It's even worst.

The questions in the chat were going by so quickly I couldn't catch a glimpse of any.

My Twitter was blowing up with questions aswell. Asking why I did it. Why I broke the marriage with a "perfect wife".

I opened one of the tweets, that specifically told me to go stuck my apologies up my posterior. The capitals weren't making it better. The last sentence asked what everyone was thinking.

" 'Why did you do it? She was PERFECT' " I read.

"Perfect my ass." I answered coldly. "You guys still think I made the wrong decision? I can't express how much rage I'm containing right now!"

My voice echoed through the recording room, not leaving one single gap of air without my harsh, anger filled voice filling it.

"IT'S SO HARD. YOU DON'T GET IT DO YOU? YOU FUCKING DON'T. I'M ENDING THIS RIGHT HERE."

I shut the stream down, tears flowing rapidly throught my cheeks, a burning sensation in my throat from the current screaming I had done and a million voices shooting through the walls I had built around my brain to handle the pain.

It was over.

Finally.

But it wasn't over.

The memories were too bright, flashing in front on my eyes, making me sob hard, almost hyperventilating at the feel of my insides being eaten by the guilt. I fall to the ground, my knees hitting the hard wooden floor, my hands surrounding my face.

Why am I feeling like this?

She was the guilty one, not me!

I can't take it.

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

I wasn't thinking properly. I couldn't. Help was needed. But from who?

The sobs are slightly calming down as I quickly jog to the living room, broken frames with old and recent pictures, the shards of glass refraining me from ripping them to shreds. I might do it later.

My phone is right next to the couch, sitting there, begging me to painfully use it to tell someone the bad news and remind me of everything I went through.

I unlock it, finally catching a glimpse of happiness in this clouded sadness. My favorite selfie with Nathan.

It wasn't one of our oldest pictures to be rather specific. It was quite recent. We took it 2 weeks ago, when he told me he broke up with his girlfriend. He was as broken as I am right now. But he quickly recovered from that. He had also come out as a gay. It was a very good moment for him.