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Here we go again
It's been a few weeks since me and David actually got in an arguement. I mean a real arguement. The kind that keeps us from talking. So yesterday at work I call him while on break. I tell him I'm not feeling good blah blah blah. He asks me where the baby wipes are. Let's fast forward to when I get off work. I come in. Sit down. David asks me why I'm not worried about where the wipes disappeared to. (It was the 5 pack of Huggies wipes I bought). I gave 2 to my mom and kept 3 at my house. I told him I didn't know, all I know is that there is a pack of wipes in the car. He some how, some way, comes to the conclusion that I am hiding them so that I can give them to my mom.
Hold the fuck up. You think I'm hiding some damn baby wipes? How fucking stupid. Please tell me this is some fucked up joke. Please tell me you are not really accusing me of hiding baby wipes. I'll buy more if I need to, I'm telling you there is some damn baby wipes in the car if you need them, but I wouldn't hide anything from you. If I want my mom to have some god damn baby wipes I'll buy the mother fuckers. I won't hide them from you like I'm fucking 5 years old.
Anyways, you get it. Now, in my head, he doesn't trust me if he really thinks I'm going to hide some baby wipes from him. Which also leads to us not speaking for more than 24 hours. I'm pissed. I'm angry, and I'm hurt.
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