[The answer is quick and blunt--several months worth of frustration, anger, and alternating pressure and complete withdrawal are finally bubbling to the surface.]
I love you to pieces, Clark, but some days you are so far in left field I want to kill you with my shoes. There's at least half a dozen different ways and somehow when they all mix together you end up acting completely asinine.
And if anyone points it out to you it's even odds whether you actually listen or go wallow in a guilt party.
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[The answer is quick and blunt--several months worth of frustration, anger, and alternating pressure and complete withdrawal are finally bubbling to the surface.]
I love you to pieces, Clark, but some days you are so far in left field I want to kill you with my shoes. There's at least half a dozen different ways and somehow when they all mix together you end up acting completely asinine.
And if anyone points it out to you it's even odds whether you actually listen or go wallow in a guilt party.