I picked up a very early shift yesterday, and my husband drove me so he could use the car. Neither of us was completely awake as we got ready. When we arrived, I got him breakfast as a thank-you. I ended up writing notes for a roleplaying game I am running β on scrap paper. Therefore, I had to ease my husband into dealing with them. Your family tree would be closer to a fish than the rest of us.
I am stunned for half a second before I find myself uncontrollably laughing. That was very, very mean. She likes to use the rowing machine at the gym. I like to run. Never a full one, though. Are you okay with me explaining more carefully how races work? Fortunately, we were able to resolve the misunderstanding without anyone feeling bad about it.
I decide to brace myself for the worst and begin withdrawing my own interest, as well. I hope you understand and that we can still be friends. I send the text and go about my day. Why would I fight for someone who has explicitly shown and said they do not want to pursue a relationship with me anymore? What are you doing tonight? I dropped my phone and finished up my housework. Meanwhile, I received an absolute avalanche of texts and calls, most of which were massive love bombs, and even after all of that, she tried to pretend that her phone had been hacked.
This is a text exchange with my ex-boyfriend. I had recently left the apartment to get some small chores done while he hung out and gamed with his friends. I have friends over, and they could have come in to see this. I use sanitary pads. I asked why you left a tampon on the counter!
He then sent me a photo. I took the time to sigh deep enough to nearly throw out my back and double-facepalm. You hang toilet paper rolls on the round, plastic, spinny thing. So, no apology for freaking out, no admitting he was wrong, just doubling down on blaming me for his ignorance.
