The Twelve-Year Lie

My ex conned me for years.

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I was 19, and he was 18. We had just moved in together and felt extremely adult (spoiler alert: we weren’t). It was Sunday morning, and I was lying on the floor reading the paper while he made breakfast.

“Are you at the comics yet? Will you read me the comics?” he asked.

“Read you the comics? What are you talking about?”