I broke up with my girlfriend on Christmas Day in 1993. It was something that probably should’ve happened sooner (or maybe a TAD later), but the sheer tackiness of this weighs on me a bit every year.
Happy Holidays.
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If it helps, I got dumped on Christmas of 1997 and I think this is the first time I’ve even thought about that in… well, a long time.
Weren’t you like 16 in 1993? It’s still tacky, but you kind of get a pass for being too young to know what an ass you were being.