like okay. it’s 2020 and you’ve just met and he’s cute and makes fun noises when you hit him and says no when he means yes. he’s not as skilled or popular as you are, but he’s pretty and he’s fun and he’s exactly your type. he’s a dog. he likes you. and you like seeing people’s reactions when you do things to them, and it’s easy to get him to rise to the bait, and you like him. you tell him you like picking on him and he says he’s fine with that dynamic. it’s 2021 and you get married and it doesn’t end well. it’s 2022 and this is the second time you’ve put him in your version of your perfect happily ever after fantasy and he’s not put you in his. it’s 2023 and he keeps trying to make you break up with everyone else you hang out with but he won’t admit he still wants you no matter what you offer him. it’s 2024 and he says to your face he’d pick someone else over you. it’s 2025 and he goes from claiming he’ll never forgive you to deciding you’re married again in the span of a few months. it’s 2026 and he’s still doing that thing where he only wants your affection when you’re giving it to someone else. he’s still doing that thing where he goes to you for attention and treats because he knows you’ll give him what he wants. he still says no when he means yes. you’ve never been his first choice ever, not even when you were married, not even when you were nicer to him, not even when you said you loved him and he’s never said it back. like my god I would kill myself too if I were scott