Irony.
I went to a movie Monday with the man I've been seeing for the past several months. We arrived a bit early, so we were sitting in the parking lot in his car for a bit talking and people watching. There was a woman who appeared to be delivering roses to someone at the theater. I made a joke about how he's never gotten me flowers, about how my ex (the man I was married to for five years) had never gotten me flowers the entirety of the relationship, how it was about damn time someone got me some flowers. The woman disapppeared, we eventually went in and watched the movie, the joke was forgotten and buried.
I stepped outside to get my mail yesterday afternoon. On my porch, there were roses. I started crying, thinking that was possibly the sweetest thing ever after my joking conversation the day prior. I grabbed the roses, brought them inside and read the card...
They were from my ex.
I stepped outside to get my mail yesterday afternoon. On my porch, there were roses. I started crying, thinking that was possibly the sweetest thing ever after my joking conversation the day prior. I grabbed the roses, brought them inside and read the card...
They were from my ex.
posted by Myth. at 8:43 PM
3 Comments:
that is rather ironic... and kind of a kick to the teeth at the same time.
that or he bugged your car.
So when can I expect an update on this latest chapter in your life?
Eye: Kinda hard to bug my car from the middle east. ;)
BJ: I don't know, I'm still sorting things out. Too much going on in my head lately to decipher. When I know for sure, rest assured anyone reading this will. Though it may be some time yet.
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