Another Monday Morning
After the other guy leaves, you sit down on your gf/bf's couch and tell them the sad news:
You have 4 choices:
- "I have a potentially fatal disease and unless I can get a ton of money to fund a surgery, I only have 10 days"
- "I have been meaning to tell you this for a long time, um, I think it's time we see other people"
- "I, um, hate your stinkin guts!" and walk out of the house never to see them again.
- You can't get it out, and so you make up a story about your lottery ticket and then leave