Because even though I want to be the bigger person and move on, I can't, I really can't.
A little disappointed that my old phone is 100% dead, because I have texts from you post-boston where you completely disprove what you posted.
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The sheets had to be completely thrown away because repeated washing did not remove the odor.
This was because you decided, in absence of a proper lube, to pour an entire bottle of corn oil and me and the sheets. You ruined your own sheets due to poor planning on your part.
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Shortly after she returned from Boston, she fell down a flight of stairs. X-ray imaging revealed she had multiple prior impacts.
And you completely neglect to mention that I've had a history of having absolutely no balance since I was 8 years old (the first time I fell and had a serious ankle injury. After a month of physical therapy, my therapist (and doctor!) have both come to the conclusion that my complete lack of balance (which, thankfully, has been improving due to exercises) was the cause, not the 30 [15 now!] extra pounds I carry.
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She didn't have the discipline and within a few days broke down and made a beeline for McDonalds. No, seriously, McDonalds.
Sometimes the craving's just hit you. Ntm, I eat extremely healthy 99% of the time, and a little indulging when you're cooped up never hurt anyone.
And oh, that discipline? I've lost 15 pounds since the accident and dropped 2 pants sizes. What've you done in that time period? Continued to lament your existence and be angry at your parents for fucking up your life a decade ago? Or any of the vast number of things you blame your current life position on, except yourself. This is a theme for you: EVERYONE ELSE IS WRONG, I AM ALWAYS RIGHT AND INFALLIBLE. I AM AESTU.
Oh, and I still remember the first thing you said when you awkwardly ripped my shirt off and saw my tits.
'Wow, they're magnificent'
(btw, all this talk about how disgusting I am and whatnot doesn't erase the fact that you had me over almost every day I was in Boston, rode w/me on the train to the airport to see me off, was considering visiting me in August, and (despite me telling and showing you previously what you were getting [you knew I was/am chubby]), initiated the attempted sex. Keep trying though)