Our Love Was Split 50/50, Until His "Sister" Came Back
Language: en
During our three years together, Carter took "going Dutch" to a pathological level. Even when we ordered pizza, he would look at the receipt and deduct the price of the mushrooms I didn't eat from the total. "Chloe, I’m a professional," he would say. "Feelings are feelings, but keeping money crystal clear is the only way a relationship lasts." I used to think he was just naturally rigid. That was until Clara, the girl he grew up with and always called his "little sister," returned from abroad. On that pouring, stormy night, I was running a 103-degree fever, trying to patch up a leaking…