Let me tell y'all how I almost had a breakdown thinking something happened to my bf cuz he ain't home yet and he at work the whole time.
He calls whoever the fuck like three times and is like "imma try one more time". I'm like Jesus please fix this.
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Then he tells me he got in contact with him and he gonna be calling me from the work phone. I call his mom back. We both upset.
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He calls on my other line and I merge the calls. We start getting on him about it. You know what he says? "My phone died."
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NO SHIT SHERLOCK! He talmbout "did you cook dinner". I'm ready to kick his ass.
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Moral: men are careless, here to give us heart attacks, and ask what's for dinner. Also: I really love this nigga.
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I also want to hit him, and kiss him, and beat his ass, and hug him. It was the worst feeling ever not knowing.
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Men are trash
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