My boyfriend and I are breaking up. That sucks enough in itself. But when I finally decided that NOPE, this was the end, he kicked me out of the house.
He has done this many times before, mind you (hence the break up).
So I spent the night on a buddy’s couch. He has a terrarium in his kitchen. It freaked me out.
“Oh Lord, what lives in there?!” I asked, ready for something gross like a spider or a lizard or a snake…
“No, don’t worry, it’s empty. My snake used to live in there but not anymore.”
“That’s a relief. What happened to your snake?”
“He escaped a few weeks ago.”
…..I barely slept a wink.