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Originally Posted by LiBan
"A hell of a lot better than you. How's your faith, these days?"
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Delivering that line must have been sweet.
My worst break up was a break up that didn't happen...
My girlfriend had moved to the UK to study for six months and while she was gone I started to date someone else. It was a premeditated thing that was scheduled to end at Christmas when my girlfriend was due to return.
When my girlfriend returned, she moved into my apartment but things weren't quite right. I was torn between her and the other woman (whom I had stopped seeing). I decided to do the right thing and break it off with my girlfriend.
She was understandably upset.
Hearing her crying in the front room. Tore at me. Let's face it, I was an ass.
A couple of days later I was laying in bed and my stomach began to ache. The pain grew worse. I called to my ex-girlfriend, who had moved into the second bedroom, to see if she could help me. She did.
The next day, I went to the doctor, who sent me to Emergency. I had appendicitis. They rushed me into surgery. Pain and time alone in a hospital bed can do a lot for introspection.
As I spent my time in the hospital my ex came to visit me. She took great pleasure in making me laugh while I could not urinate and even greater pleasure when I had to be catheterized. I suppose I deserved it.
To make a long story short... we got back together. Five months later, I asked her to marry me.