A Christmas visiting my ex-girlfriends family. After driving to
New Jersey we entered the driveway. Immediately, my (ex)girlfriend
practically screamed and burst into tears as she had just noticed that
her dog was dead, casketed, and in the garage pedastaled on a
stool. Needless, to say I was mortified. After entering the front
door, her older brother whined and moaned in a frantic state.
Basically, he just found out that his wife is pregnant from another
man - and she wants to keep the baby! I then met her mother, a family
therapist who later surgecilly probed my pysche. Afterwards, we
escape to a local hangout. Upon entering the bar an ex-boyfriend
claims that he's not exactly an ex -yet. AIIIIEEEE!
Trust and honesty are strange things my friends ... however something
deeeep inside me telling me something all along.
As a result, my relationship with her was confusingly terminated at that
moment. Ridiculously, all of this happened in the course of about the
first six hours of a long, and I mean LONG, weekend.
It's probably evil writing about this but it was quite an evil
I hope you can find this humurous because I can - NOW.