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Monday, December 18, 2006 

Your Exes are Your Exes for a Reason

Someone asked why my ex and I broke up and I answered that I didn't so much leave him as I left me. He thought I was this big bad evil person that told him what to do all day long when he could be out having fun drinking while I was at home cleaning and basically I hated me. Hated saying something normal and him reacting like it was a call to arms and then he was yelling and I was yelling and then I blacked out and when I came to I was covered in blood, but look, I was ACQUITTED, so why in the fuck are we still talking about this? Sheesh.
Look, I'd go to therapy, but I'm just too busy.
(Clarification: not talking about the Irishman, it's way too soon for that to go to trial.)


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