Am I really so horrible that he cant bear to sleep with me? I should really stop trusting him to have my best interest at heart when all he does is use me to manipulate other women. I go through with dialling the number on the business cad ive been pondering for so long. I spend my day planning out exactly what im going to say to Harry when he walks through to doors to our house. I hand him a small gift bag and an envelope. Both of which say “Happy 5 year anniversary” in my handwriting. “You gonna open your present?” I cut him off. He stares at me expectantly, but realizing i have nothing to say to him, he gulps and then returns to hesitantly opening his envelope. “Dont you dare pin this on me! You know damn well what you did, reap what you sow. Now open your other gift bag so I can go to ...