My problem is deciding whether I should. If I help you, how do I know I've helped the right person? How do I know you won't just discard him again lik... you did before?" Please Cheryl, believe me, I've changed and grown since then. I had to rebuild my entire life after my father destroyed it. I had no one to help me. It's not easy to give up all that independence and commit to a relationship 100%. I screwed up badly, but then I saw that everything I had built was useless without having him to. Mal was speechless. She swallowed a lump in her throat and managed to look up at me. She was crying and not just a little. The silent tears were plentiful as she gazed up at me, still holding her hand out. I took this as my cue. ‘Mallory? baby?’ I set my coffee next to hers and knelt down, kissing her knees. I looked into those eyes and my voice caught in my throat. I came out sounding more like a plea but I had asked her. ‘Please marry me?’ Finding her voice, she leapt off the counter and. I’ve put up with all this for long enough. I did everything you ever asked me to do without batting an eyelash. I’ve sat here by myself for every birthday, anniversary and holiday while you’re off endearing yourself to strangers. You’ve never once made our relationship a priority, and I’ve had enough.’ The realization that this was not a regular argument finally dawned on him, and he stared at me before he spoke. ‘You’re breaking up with me?’ If my engagement ring had been on my finger instead. Mark said softly, you don't need those here. Pulling them down and stepping out of them, I stood naked wrapped in his robe. Come, he said. Let's get something to eat. We walked as one to the kitchen. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me tight against him. I could feel his dick rubbing against my butt. Taking his robe off Mark cooked us breakfast. After eating he said, let's get comfortable. I followed him to his bedroom. As he sat on the bed he pulled me in front of him. Putting his hands.