Then I've got an ex-boyfriend who better see a doctor or else ...
[Bring out the Munchkins] Ding Dong! The Jerk is ...
I KID. I KID. I won't even say it. I wish all of my exes nothing but the best.
But, believe me, today, I am grateful ~
1/ That I didn't marry any of them.
2/ That my children (if we have any) will not be raised by a perfectionist father, saving thousands in therapy bills for all of us.
3/ That H doesn't care how I fold my socks.
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