That's when I knew it was over...Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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I knew it was over...when I showed up at my boyfriend's house on my 17th birthday. He assured me the girl sleeping in his bed in her underwear had "gotten tired" because she was helping him "clean the apartment." But he was cute and it was my birthday, so I took him along to my party anyway and pretended to believe him. Took him another week to get around to dumping me for her, and no it doesn't hurt any less if you see it coming.
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madrabbit is fully prepared, Fri 22 Jul 2005, 21:26,
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