Unauthorized? If I were expected to ask permission for every tiny little thing I would be forced to bend the knee to you often enough to wear out my pants. Do you *want* to be responsible for my tattered wardrobe?
Intruder? I am an amiable companion serving you a rich custard dessert with a crisp sugary crust! Or I will be once the unjustified paranoia unclenches.
['Unjustified paranoia' is it? She is just sending him a photo from the tempura fried blood incident. And another of the charred remnants of what became of the Cuisinart. He is not gaslighting, gatekeeping, girlbossing the memories out of her head.]
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He is not gaslighting, gatekeeping, girlbossing the memories out of her head.]no subject