“Pass the oatmeal”


I asked my boyfriend of two months to pass me the oatmeal in his 300 square foot studio. Bemoaning that my laziness would make him late for work, he called me a c*** while snapping my toothbrush in half, just inches from my face. After his tirade, he lay on the floor sweating and hyperventilating, which is what really made him late.


Aftermath: We lasted two years, which was seriously skewed judgment on my part.


2 Responses to “Pass the oatmeal”

  1. sirfant says on :

    2 YEARS?i know love is blind but really,calling you a c*** should have been your cue to exit.never let anyone disrespect you.

  2. buxina says on :

    He sounds mentally ill.