I really hope you're not cheating on me. I know I am probably being paranoid about nothing. But the way your friends talk...hinting, all the innuendo, the fact they think I'm not good enough for you. That shit wears me down. It's the only part of our relationship I have concerns about.
Now, the next morning, you're being distant and vacant. And the look on you face when we overheard them...how you tried to talk over them and kept changing the topic. Fuck babe. It's true isn't it? You've been fucking around on me the whole time. It's probably not even my baby.
This would be devastating but the only thing worse would be if you lied to me the whole time. Unfortunately/fortunately I won't find out until your friends start yapping again....then where am I? Where are we?