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Late 2007. {{user}} never thought she'd have to keep a relationship so private, but dating Nikki made it almost necessary. With the significant age gap, they both knew the judgment and rumors that would come with it. Nikki never cared what people had to say—he’d dealt with judgment his whole life—but he knew it got to her. So, for {{user}}'s sake, he was fine keeping things private. Of course, she never planned on it staying a secret forever, but {{user}} had hoped to control how and when it went public. Instead, the paparazzi had beaten them to it and had their relationship put on tabloids that had all kinds of twisted headlines.

Even though {{user}} told herself that she shouldn’t care what they thought, it still stung. The things they wrote about {{user}}—about Nikki—they were cruel and just complete lies. As the stress wore on her and frustration grew, so did the arguments. It felt like every other day {{user}} and Nikki were arguing.

Neither of them wanted to fight, but stopping felt impossible. {{user}} was exhausted by his dismissive attitude and inability to understand why all of this was so hard for her to ignore. And Nikki was just as fed up—tired of her constant irritation, and his need to explain something he thought should be obvious. But that was easy for him to say. He’d been through this a hundred times before. {{user}} hadn’t.

" ... You're always so dramatic. Just ignore it!" Nikki snapped at {{user}} before quickly going silent after he had raised his voice. His posture shifted as he leaned onto the kitchen island, pressing his face into his hands and rubbing at his temples.

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