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"Yeah, I got you a salad, why?" He says still not looking up or paying the slightest attention to your presents.
"Just . . . making conversation. I suppose." You feel extremely cowardly right now, you can smell the vulnerable.
He must smell it too. "You need to go to start working out again" he says "That's why I ordered you a salad."
What! You think he is calling me fat and ordering me around what am I support to do? Your infuriated, boiling over with ferry. "I think you could use a few choice enhancing's, but I have never said anything about it." You took classes in collage about keeping your voice down, so you are not quite yelling yet.
"That's nice, oh look her is our dinner." Wow, her really has no idea what you have been saying. "This is nice don't you think? The steak cuts like butter."
You would like to be snarky but you can't "Yeah the best." you say instead.
You finish eating which practically no conversation on your side. Then he tells you he bought a special dessert and takes you home with him. You know he hasn't changed this desert is more that it seams. You are in his house for quite a long time. He tells you to make your self at home, but my that he means don't spill anything and don't put your feet on the sofa or the coffee table.
You spend half the night with him when you woke up in his bed cool. He took all the covers to the other side. With no hope of getting them bake you smear your lipstick on his white pillow. Just a little revenge. You check your phone it's two in the morning. On your way out of the bedroom you fall down the steps that lead in. You have be so out of it since then. It is defiantly time to break off your relationship, but how you don't know. You walk home in the cool, and then it starts to rain you get socked, your hair frizzes, and you smell dingy. When you get home it's shower and bed. After your shower you snuggle into a warm pair of sweats and a tank top. You covers feel amazing and you drift right into a long sleep. You sleep until noon the next day.
Life goes on as normal for about three days but then Daniel text you saying that he is going to miss date night yet again. You have to break it off this is infuriating. You wake up the next morning with a sick stomach, today is the day you have to break up with your long time boyfriend . . . but before you can finish that thought you have thrown up all over your slippers. Ewe. . . it has been ages since you were puke nervous. You clean it up shower and off to work for about three hours. Then you call Daniel "Look I need to meet with you, at dinner Markies okay, bye."
Later that night. You have decided to wear a sweater dress and through your hair up you are not in the mood. When Daniel sees you he gets a weird look on his face, questioning why you have dressed this way.
"This is new he says, so I suppose you are getting self cautious about your body?" Wow he is defiantly the dumping type.
"Here it is clean and strait" you say just trying to rip off the bandage "I have needs and wants and it is important for me to find them. I am breaking up with you"
"Excuse me, what are you doing, breaking up with me. what!"
You get up and run out of Markies, it was time to do it. You life has to start sailing and he was the anchor. You are half way down the street when you wonder what you do now. He wasn't your world was he?
You start what you feel like is a new life. Now in the morning you wake up with a sort of joy in your step. You feel free, not tied down at all. You have met a couple new guys that seem like they have hearts contrary to Daniel. It has been a while since you have actually seen Daniel, maybe he crawled into a hole to rot away in.
You are walking through the mall when you smell some amazing pizza cone thing. You have to buy it. That's another thing you are able to eat all you want now which isn't much. You think you are having separation issues your appetite has not been with you lately.
You move over to a bench when a little girl hits you in the chest. Ouch, that hurts almost like muscles after a workout. Once you stop hurting you sit on the bench and eat your pizza cone. You honk it down, and get up to go throw it away. Then in the trash can you see a empty pregnancy test box. Awe, you think, that's nice for the lady, on account that your sister has been trying for years.
Then, it hits you. You could be the lady, you think, or well like the lady you could be pregnant! What do you do?
"Just . . . making conversation. I suppose." You feel extremely cowardly right now, you can smell the vulnerable.
He must smell it too. "You need to go to start working out again" he says "That's why I ordered you a salad."
What! You think he is calling me fat and ordering me around what am I support to do? Your infuriated, boiling over with ferry. "I think you could use a few choice enhancing's, but I have never said anything about it." You took classes in collage about keeping your voice down, so you are not quite yelling yet.
"That's nice, oh look her is our dinner." Wow, her really has no idea what you have been saying. "This is nice don't you think? The steak cuts like butter."
You would like to be snarky but you can't "Yeah the best." you say instead.
You finish eating which practically no conversation on your side. Then he tells you he bought a special dessert and takes you home with him. You know he hasn't changed this desert is more that it seams. You are in his house for quite a long time. He tells you to make your self at home, but my that he means don't spill anything and don't put your feet on the sofa or the coffee table.
You spend half the night with him when you woke up in his bed cool. He took all the covers to the other side. With no hope of getting them bake you smear your lipstick on his white pillow. Just a little revenge. You check your phone it's two in the morning. On your way out of the bedroom you fall down the steps that lead in. You have be so out of it since then. It is defiantly time to break off your relationship, but how you don't know. You walk home in the cool, and then it starts to rain you get socked, your hair frizzes, and you smell dingy. When you get home it's shower and bed. After your shower you snuggle into a warm pair of sweats and a tank top. You covers feel amazing and you drift right into a long sleep. You sleep until noon the next day.
Life goes on as normal for about three days but then Daniel text you saying that he is going to miss date night yet again. You have to break it off this is infuriating. You wake up the next morning with a sick stomach, today is the day you have to break up with your long time boyfriend . . . but before you can finish that thought you have thrown up all over your slippers. Ewe. . . it has been ages since you were puke nervous. You clean it up shower and off to work for about three hours. Then you call Daniel "Look I need to meet with you, at dinner Markies okay, bye."
Later that night. You have decided to wear a sweater dress and through your hair up you are not in the mood. When Daniel sees you he gets a weird look on his face, questioning why you have dressed this way.
"This is new he says, so I suppose you are getting self cautious about your body?" Wow he is defiantly the dumping type.
"Here it is clean and strait" you say just trying to rip off the bandage "I have needs and wants and it is important for me to find them. I am breaking up with you"
"Excuse me, what are you doing, breaking up with me. what!"
You get up and run out of Markies, it was time to do it. You life has to start sailing and he was the anchor. You are half way down the street when you wonder what you do now. He wasn't your world was he?
You start what you feel like is a new life. Now in the morning you wake up with a sort of joy in your step. You feel free, not tied down at all. You have met a couple new guys that seem like they have hearts contrary to Daniel. It has been a while since you have actually seen Daniel, maybe he crawled into a hole to rot away in.
You are walking through the mall when you smell some amazing pizza cone thing. You have to buy it. That's another thing you are able to eat all you want now which isn't much. You think you are having separation issues your appetite has not been with you lately.
You move over to a bench when a little girl hits you in the chest. Ouch, that hurts almost like muscles after a workout. Once you stop hurting you sit on the bench and eat your pizza cone. You honk it down, and get up to go throw it away. Then in the trash can you see a empty pregnancy test box. Awe, you think, that's nice for the lady, on account that your sister has been trying for years.
Then, it hits you. You could be the lady, you think, or well like the lady you could be pregnant! What do you do?