You don't get to call me a whore! When I met you, I thought I had met the person I would spend then rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues... who cared? Because I was done. You left me! You chose her! I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore!