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09-26-2008 12:35 AM |
My X had a problem with getting back home. We lived in a town of 10-15,000 and he knew everyone. I would be cooking dinner and realize I needed one thing to finish and send him to the store "real quick" for milk or something. 2 1/2 hours later he'd get back home.
"Well, I ran into Gary in the parking lot. He and his wife are having troubles. Then I ran into Kasey in Aisle 2. She's really liking her new job. Mitch was in Dairy, we had to figure out what went wrong on the dragline today at work. Then, Lisa was my cashier, and you know how she likes to talk.":dz: Yeah right, whatever. Dinner is now ruined, the kids are starving and I am completely POd.:bomb:
But, he would redeem himself at my TOM. He had no problem with getting feminine supplies. His attitude was, "What, someone's going to think they're for me?":shrug:
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