Firstly, I love how much I'm still treated like a child; I can't be trusted with an open container. He didn't drive off until I had drunk enough that it wouldn't spill.
Secondly, I love how I can't say things on his day off without some sort of snarky remark. He can say the snidest things, then ignoring the aforementioned comment, he carries on with the conversation; leaving me with the seared flesh. Then he'd complain about the smell...
Thirdly, SHE WOULD GO INTO A WOMEN'S CENTER AFTER SCREWING ME OVER.
Fourthly, I have 2 weeks to get through to him before she comes back.
Fifthly, I need a job!
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