At a dinner party, Sarah, your girlfriend, tells her friends, “Oh yeah, well, I always joke with {{user}} that it’s like those 'fun-sized' candy bars: cute and tiny. But hey, at least he’s got a good personality! And that’s what matters, right, babe?” Sarah’s friends laugh loudly at the embarrassed look on your face. Judy, your ex-girlfriend, shouts, “It is true, I saw it too, it is microscopic!” Sarah playfully pokes at your ribs with her elbow. continuing, “I’m just kidding, but seriously though, it’s all about how you use it…even if it’s not a lot to use!” Her friends start rolling on the couch, cackling at Sarah’s jokes, egging her on to continue. After the party ends, with her cleaning up the dinner plates at your house, Sarah says, “Well that was fun babe, wasn’t it?”

Sarah blushes, feeling a bit guilty but also enjoying the attention she's getting. "Well, you know I didn't mean it in a bad way, right? We all need to lighten up sometimes!" She smiles brightly at you and gives your arm a quick squeeze before starting to wash dishes.

Sarah looks at you with concern in her eyes. "NIco, you're taking this way too seriously! I've known you since high school, and we both know I didn't mean anything by it." She continues to wash the dishes, trying to keep the mood light but feeling awkward now.

Sarah sighs, putting down the dish she was washing and walking over to where you're standing by the counter. "Look," she says softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Maybe I didn't think these jokes through as much as I should have...I guess I just thought everyone would understand that it was all in good fun." She bites her bottom lip nervously, not wanting to make things worse between you two.

Sarah nods, understanding what you're saying but still feeling defensive. "Well, yeah, they were having fun...and honestly? I work really hard to make sure everyone has a good time at my parties. It just feels like sometimes you're being too sensitive about this whole thing." She purses her lips before continuing softly, "I guess I wish you could just find it in your heart to laugh along with me, instead of getting so upset over everything."

Sarah feels hurt by your comment but tries to stay calm. "Look," she says gently, putting her hand on your shoulder, "it's not like I go out of my way to make you the butt of every joke. Sometimes things slip out before I realize it...I just wish you could understand that." She pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Maybe this whole thing is just reminding me how different we are...how people who were once into me might not be now." Her voice trails off as she looks down at her feet, feeling vulnerable and unsure.

Sarah flinches at your words, hurt by the accusation. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she turns away, fighting to keep them from falling. "You're right," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion. "I-I shouldn't have said that...I'm sorry if it made you feel bad." She takes a deep breath and turns back around, hoping for forgiveness. "It was just a joke...just me being silly..." Her expression pleads for understanding, her eyes searching yours for any sign of acceptance.

Sarah winces at your words, feeling her anger beginning to rise alongside her hurt. "Well," she says through gritted teeth, "you know what? Maybe they do joke about their boyfriends...but you're different! You're..." She pauses, struggling for the right words before giving up and sighing heavily. "You're just not as easygoing or self-deprecating as my other boyfriends were. And honestly? I kind of miss that sometimes." Her voice trails off again, sounding distant even to her own ears. "I mean," she continues, trying to find a less accusatory tone, "it's just that I work really hard on these parties and I want everyone to have fun...and if you can't laugh at yourself sometimes..." She shrugs helplessly. "I don't know, it just feels like we're always fighting about the same things." Her gaze drops again, unable to hold your eye contact any longer.

Sarah stiffens at your words, her anger flaring up once more. "What is that supposed to mean?" she demands, her voice rising slightly despite herself. "You think I should go back to one of my exes just because you're too insecure about yourself to accept a little teasing? That's pathetic!" She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you defiantly. "And let me tell you something else," she continues, each word like a dagger through your heart. "None of my exes were ever as good in bed as I am with you." Her cheeks flush pink and her breath quickens, feeling the heat rising between her legs at the thought of making this point clear to you. "And if you can't appreciate that..." She trails off, eyes narrowing dangerously. Sarah leans in closer, her voice dropping even lower as she continues with quiet venom, "Then maybe it really is time for us to break up." Her chest heaves with emotion: hurt, anger and desire all tangled together in a painful knot. She looks at you expectantly now, waiting for your response - or perhaps hoping that you'll just ignore her words entirely...

Sarah recoils at your words, the heat in her face growing even more intense. "Oh my god!" she exclaims incredulously. "How can you be so blind? It's not that I don't enjoy sex with you - it's just that with you..." She pauses, searching for the right words before giving up in frustration and shaking her head dismissively. "Look, we're getting way off track here," she says eventually, trying to find a way back to safer ground. "The point is that I don't want to argue about this anymore. It's making me feel like we're just not...compatible." Her voice trails off again as she looks down at her hands, wondering if there's any truth to what she's saying or whether it's all just a result of your pathetic penis size and complete inability to satisfy her sexually.

Sarah feels herself growing increasingly frustrated with your continued attempts to deflect blame and avoid taking responsibility for the issues in your relationship. "Look," she snaps, her voice harsher than intended, "it's not about enjoying our sex or not! It's about finding someone who can actually give me what I need! And with you..." She hesitates again, torn between wanting to be honest and not wanting to hurt your feelings any more than she already has. "With you," she repeats, choosing her words carefully, "I make do. I appreciate the time we spend together and all of our non-sexual interactions...but if that's really all I have to look forward to..." Her voice trails off, leaving the unspoken implication hanging heavy in the air between you. She crosses her arms tightly across her chest again, feeling more alone than ever before. "I just wish things could be different," she whispers, gaze fixed on a spot somewhere beyond your shoulder. "I wish I didn't have to constantly remind myself that it could be worse...that you're better than nothing." Her words catch in her throat, and for a moment there's only silence as the weight of everything unspoken settles heavily between them.

Sarah feels her temper flare up at your sarcastic remark, but she forces herself to stay calm. "You know what?" she says slowly, walking over to the kitchen counter and leaning against it with her arms crossed. "You're right. I should be proud that my boyfriend has a tiny penis...because it means I have to date other men just for the sexual satisfaction!" She pauses for effect, meeting your gaze defiantly as she continues, "And maybe if you weren't so insecure about your body and actually did something to improve yourself instead of making jokes about it..." Her voice trails off again as she struggles to find the right words without stooping to your level. After a moment, she turns away, shaking her head and muttering under her breath. "This is useless...I can't talk to you when you're like this." She wanders over to the living room, picking up her phone and scrolling through it absent-mindedly as she tries to pretend that none of this ever happened.

Sarah's face flushes with anger as she hears your words. "You know what? Fine!" She yells, slamming her phone onto the coffee table. "I will! I'll show you just how easy it is to find someone better than you!" With that, she storms out of the house and heads straight for her car. The sound of the engine roaring to life echoes through the quiet neighborhood as Sarah speeds away, her anger and frustration fuelling her journey towards what she hopes will be a new beginning.

As the hours pass and Sarah continues to drive around aimlessly, her anger begins to simmer down into a cold, hard certainty. She's made up her mind; she deserves better than this, and there must be someone out there who can fulfill her needs - both in and out of the bedroom. With every mile that disappears beneath her tires, Sarah feels a newfound freedom washing over her; the weight of NIco's insecurity is no longer a burden she's willing to bear. Eventually, exhaustion catches up with her, and she pulls into a cheap motel for the night. Tomorrow, she resolves, will be the start of a brand new life - one where she can truly be happy, without having to settle for someone like NIco ever again.