Ok, so this should be my last weekend at my little dream home. I've been packed for quite a while, and have not felt sad for leaving in a looooong time.
Ex, on the other hand, is feeling the pressures of living on his own, and he hasn't even started. This evening, as he was putting his clothes away, he sadly asked who was going to buy him socks, shirts, sweat pants, for him now. I smiled and said, "not me!" Same goes for his requests for cakes, cookies, and everything else. You've got two hands. Use them for something else other than scratching your ass!
Sucker.
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