Where do you get off telling my boyfriend he needs to kick me to the curb? You have no idea what I put up with. You think you are so smart? You try living with a self-centered, lazy, rude, man-child who doesn’t bathe as often as he should. Throw in a mama’s boy who can’t find the ice cubes in the freezer, a dog hater, bad driver, road rager womanizer and see how long you last!
I’m just say’n,
I never promise my advice is worth more than what you pay for it. However, may I suggest one tiny thing without you typing back at me in that tone of voice? I don’t think you and man-child are good together. His flaws alone makes me want to shower. Add your contempt and gerneral angriness and I think the curb is a good place to start. Throw him, throw his stuff, throw yourself. It matters not to me.
I’m just say’n