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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A Small Vacation3 years of non-stop dealing with my bipolar, drama queen, ungrateful whelk of a boyfriend finally landed me for a week in my local hospital's mental ward for treatment of severe depression and insomnia.
When I got out, I had told him where I had been for the past week. He let me pour my aching little heart out to him, before deeming me a liar, and deciding to verbally rip me to shreds.
I showed him the discharge papers, and he called me an asshole for proving him wrong.
Ciao, baby..
(, Sat 23 Jul 2005, 0:56, Reply)
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