This is a rundown of a conversation I had with my friend involving relationships.
Friend: Did you get them back from your ex-boyfriend's house?
Me: God no, If I ever moved in with him I think I'd be in a mental institution right now.
Friend: Was it that bad?
Me: It was like dating Hitler. Wait, no...that's mean. It was like going on holiday with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Friend: Kind of like my ex-girlfriend who turned into Mr. Hyde every month and left blood everywhere?
Me: Yeah...kinda like that. Ew, that's gross!
Or, this is one of my good (and smartest) friend's interpretation of the situation.
Have no idea, either...he cheats on ya, then goes to Japan, and then gets mad that you don't want to be with him...after cheating on ya and continuing to talk to the girl that he cheated on you with.
Well put my friend, well put. *high five*
