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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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not my flannel sheets!
by - sheetless
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i dated this guy for a few years who was blind. i loved him, he was really wonderful, but around the same time that we started having the what-about-the-future conversation, i met someone else. so we broke up, over the phone because we lived in different cities.
a couple weeks later he showed up at my door, dropped off by someone [since he was blind and couldn't drive] who drove immediately away. i would have loved to talk things out with him, but i was supposed to meet the family of the new guy in an hour, and quite frankly, i had to make a choice. so i left him sitting on the couch, and told him i'd be back in a few hours and we could talk then.
when i got back we talked. i told him that i loved him enough, but that new guy might be "the one" and that i was soo sorry. he threw a fit and got all mad and stormed off into my bedroom.
i heard some stomping, door slamming, and a few things being thrown around. and then i heard ripping and tearing of material.
when he came out of my room, he stood in the doorframe and gave some brilliant proclamation like "i hope you're happy after what you've done to us" or something like that and walked out the door into the night.
i went to check out the damage in my room to find that he'd ripped up the flannel sheets he'd given me for my birthday that year. that's right, he'd taken the comforter off the bed, removed the sheets, cut little starter-tears with a scissors (i assume), and proceeded to tear both fitted and flat sheets into bed-length, 6 inch wide strips.
now, there was no need to tear my sheets. i had to run out to walmart to buy new ones to go to bed that night.
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