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
On March 18, Weddle’s trailer crossed over the centerline of the highway, ...