Have you ever refused to accept the end of a relationship?
Me? When the breakup it's not on my terms, hell yeah.
Did you still go by their mother's house on Sundays as if nothing happened?
Never took their name off the joint water bill?
Did you still call them on the job to say, "hey"?
Did you cuss them out and make a scene whenever you saw them on the street with someone else?
Did you have to leave repeated messages asking when would they be coming over?
Never washed the sheets?And if you've never been in that situation, don't talk about how you're so "mature and secure in your own skin" to ever let it happen or I will be forced to thrash you.
