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| THIS IS A STORY BY SETH
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| So last night my girlfriend was tickling my feet while I was trying to sleep. She knows I hate this but continued to do it. So I told her firmly “babe, please stop I’m really trying to get some sleep!” …her face went from a smile to pissed off and replied with, “Maybe we should take a break…maybe that’s what you really want” Absolutely insane. |
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| My gf made me go to see her therapist with her today. I thought I was there for some sort of support. Unbeknownst to me, I walked into a shit storm. Her and her therapist (a female) grilled me for 50 minutes about how because I don’t clean my room it could be a sign of an unfit and lazy husband. I’m a sophomore in college. |
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| My soon to be ex-gf came home last night plastered drunk and pissed on the kitchen floor…when I asked her what she was doing, she replied, “The kitchen needs a representative”. I was like, “Honey, what does that even mean!?” To which she said with an attitude, “UHHHH HELLO? The kitchen needs a representative” We’re not together anymore. But I still have no idea what she was talking about. Unreal. |
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