I happened to come across a photograph of an ex with her new thing.
Now, I’m a fairly literate man, and yes, “thing” is the right word here.
I think I remember the guy from the PSA ads about the poor children who had to grow up without benzoyl peroxide.
Tiny bacteria snuck onto this guy’s face and lit preemptive brushfires on his cheeks, because I cannot imagine someone grew that thing on purpose.
That’s the kind of face that makes you CERTAIN the guy’s got the best drugs in town.
I could go on, but let’s just say that the dude fought to the Pain. And lost.
And I’m angry. Art least I think it’s anger. I am, safter all, laughing my ass off at the same time, so it’s not your “normal” anger.
It’s not a relationship-kinda angry. I’m not angry at her for breaking up with me, or him for “taking my woman.”
I’m not even angry on an emotional level.
It’s a somewhat bewildered and certainly superficial kind of angry. It’s a “how in the world could you consider THAT to be comparable to ME?” No, your brand-new Kia Sephia is NOT comparable to the Corvette you used to drive, and to pretend so is laughable!
Do any of you others get this?