Here we are at his family's thanksgiving 2004 and he turns to me and says, "T, I really do like you but my family so adores you that I'll have to break up with you, please don't hate me."
Lol, almost choking on my turkey wing, I look at him, smile, and excuse myself from the exciting convo of "Why Uncle Timothy could not go to the garage to get his snowblower." Naturally, he follows and then says, "don't feel bad, it's not you, it's ME!" Lmfao, isn't that always the kicker. Doesn't he know that when a person says that, that's it's them, and not the idiot saying those words. Lucky for him, I'm a super wonderful femme he was damn right it wasn't me, it was his out of timing, backyard thinking childish selfish self.
I got back to the table, and asked to say a few words, I said, "I have just been informed by your childish family member, Gregory, that he cannot continue to date me because you guys supposedly like me so, and he doesn't like that. So please understand that I will not continue dining and will take my leave and Happy Thankisgiving!" And I left.
He had the audacity to follow and say, "You Bitch."
I politely, walked up to him and punched him and busted his lip. To the applause of his sisters etc. and drove off feeling like Foxy Brown!
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