Argghgh the bastard has text me to ask if he can come round tomorrow night to take the TV.
That means I'm going to have to see him. I don't want to. I'm going to be upset. I'm upset just thinking about it.
Has he got no shame? He cheated on me, left me totally fucked and he's going to swan in here to get his precious TV after 7 months. Not his clothes. His TV.
I hate him. I hope he breaks his next carrying it out to his van.
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