So another one is preggo... fantastic. One day I'll learn.
Stupid Irishman.
Don't know why I'm so upset, it's not mine. She's not even mine anymore, hasn't been for awhile now. So, why am I not laughing about this? How come I can't find joy in her suffering? Sure, I broke her heart back then... but she broke mine first... twice. Actually, she broke
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I found myself thinking the same thing. Ha.
The best I can say, is she's constantly changing, always fluctuating. Not the person we knew, per se. Don't get worked up about it.
Also, eat a kangaroo for me.
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I kinda forgot that anyone who knew her might read this.
I'm fine now, it just kinda caught me by surprise at the time... like she always does. And you're right, she has changed, and she's about to change again, big time.
I guess there's still one shred of Southern chivalry left in me after all.
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