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My boyfriend was an insufferable drama queen, and I only now started wondering how I managed to deal with his crap for the past eight months. Well, it has been more than eight months, but before that, we weren’t in an actual relationship. Julian had been a one-night-stand. Then he turned into an occasional fuck. However that fucking happened. And later on, I allowed him to spend my free time with me. Ultimately, I let him call me his girlfriend, and we’ve been together ever since. And while Julian was—mostly—a good guy, I just knew that I wanted to end it. Sooner rather than later. I watched him sit back on the couch as he muttered curses, crossing his arms over his chest as he shook his head. “What an arrogant fucking asshole,” he spat. “How rude was he toward that poor woman? She was just doing her job.” I frowned at him. “Her job was to ask questions, not insult him on live TV,” I argued, pointing at the paused television in front of us. “She’s crossed the line. I would’ve reacted the same way.” “Of course, you would’ve. You don’t see the bigger picture, and you don’t have your emotions under control.” Raising a brow, I wondered if Julian had gone mad or if I had just skillfully ignored how cruel his words had been in the past. I often blocked him out. Most times, whatever Julian said was not of major importance. He did whine a lot.