It seems like people are getting married all over the place this summer, and I've yet to get invited to anything barring a drunken invitation to the wedding of a guy I once fucked, but until I see that invitation in writing, I'm not counting on it. It makes me feel a bit cheated. So if you're getting married, won't you invite me? I promise not to get uncharmingly drunk and barf on the cake, and I will bring a present and wear a pretty dress.
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Good woman!
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What really happened was she stopped taking her depression medication (because it caused her to gain weight), became depressed, blamed me for all manner of issues, then eventually left when she decided she would be happier that way.
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Anyways, it's probably for the best.
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(If I ever get married, you're invited too of course)
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