Oh yes, I have none. Any insistence that I do was only a set up so that during your mock jealous, fuel seeking tantrum I will give you my passwords in an attempt to prove my innocence.
But how dare I confront you when you intentionally leave your email open to the one which you are recycling your tired stock lines on your latest fling.
Yes, I know you want me to know. You want me to confront you, because how dare I read your email?
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Oh yes, I have none. Any insistence that I do was only a set up so that during your mock jealous, fuel seeking tantrum I will give you my passwords in an attempt to prove my innocence.
But how dare I confront you when you intentionally leave your email open to the one which you are recycling your tired stock lines on your latest fling.
Yes, I know you want me to know. You want me to confront you, because how dare I read your email?
It never ceases to amaze me how naturally narcs behave while invading your privacy. Now this is a huge red flag.