It’s more one of those situations where all you can really do is acknowledge it while shrugging your shoulders.
I’m not a medium or anything, but I’m pretty sure I just heard my deceased Grandma say “What the PHUCK?
The Ghost That Went Poo
This one happened in broad daylight.MidAfternoon.
It’s You, Not Me
I was so looking forward to ending the relationship,That I decided I was going to enjoy a good old-fashioned verbal sparring during the destruction of it all.
It’s still weird to me,How he seems to understand the word kisses.
Broken, Not Damaged
My commitment issues have become borderline obsessive,And if I didn’t have such commitment issues,I would have been able to simply call them obsessive.
Hotel Bar Again
No.No.No. Trust me. I’m not worth the effort. I will make your life miserable. At least according to the testimony in my last divorce.