Pretty much.
Dy trying to upstage me because I joked on his preg game. Crabs in a bucket.
Speaking of pregnant women...
So she asked me to move in right? I replied "no - because lol, i like living with no financial obligations beyond my phone and internet bill. also, not going down because of things at work". All good. No surprise rage, no coming to my place and seeing who I'm with, etc. Too easy. I even called her from a strip club I was at on Saturday > no issues at all.
Hits me up after I get back from Gatesville, TX aka Lynchville, USA and she didn't lose a step.
What I was referring to before though about the "she hit me with the lifestorythatididnotwanttohear" was her laying down with me and watching a bad movie while telling me what all she'd been doing for the past 2-3 years. Long story short, junior olympic swimmer, husband walked out on her, rare case of female with combat unit, rape, crazy family (but she knows it) and....... she's actually dealing with her shit. Which is mindblowing. Its like I'm staring straight at the personified difference between "Baggage vs Drama"
Also, I fucking
hate when women ask me "Why are you still single?" Seething rage broods within me.