John was my boyfriend for nearly five years. In that time we only both went to stay with my family once. We were both twenty-two; my old childhood room still only had a single bed. When I was about sixteen I broke the door in a fit of teenage anger. It didn't close and we had no real privacy. To make things worse, the house wasn't huge, the walls were thin and my parents were always at
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