So remember the Christmas Present I got from The Boy? The bracelet?
Yeah. I lost it.
And I lost it like, four weeks ago. But I sort of kept dreaming it would show up in my purse or my glasses container or SOMETHING, but it never did.
Today The Boy reminded me of it, and had the gall to tell me that the fucker cost 400 EUROS. I don't know if those of you in the normal world realize how much money 400 euros is, but that's like, an entire month's budget. That he spent on me. On a bracelet for me.
That I lost.
Just like that.
The guilt is so severe, I don't know what to do. I was already upset about losing the damn thing, now I feel even worse. 400 euros? Are you crazy?
Friday Night Fever is riding by my house, screaming and yelling and playing some bad disco music. It still doesn't bring back the fucking bracelet.
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