Portrait of a Charmer

"He told me the balloons wouldn't pop," I complained. "But he says he was just being sarcastic. I know it seems logical that they WOULD pop, tied to a tree like that." I motioned to where two lifeless strings, that only moments earlier served to prop up two bouncy yellow balloons, hung pathetically from a high tree branch, like they were reaching down for the torn pieces of sunny-hued rubber on the rocks beneath. "But I believed him, against my own good sense. I can't even explain to you how much I fucking hate him. I always believe what he says, no matter how dumb it is! You'd think I'd fucking know better by now! If he tells me to jump off a building... Yeah, I'd probably say, 'Um, won't I die?' But I bet I'd do it anyway if he said, 'Nah baby, you'll be fine!' "
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An actual thing i said to a friend about my husband at my daughter's birthday party on Sunday.
For NaPoWriMo.