Turns out, being a pathological liar is NOT something I enjoyed seeing in my partner. So I joined the esteemed “divorced at 20” club and about a month ago met and started dating my current boyfriend.
The cartooniest shit just happened. I was sitting in bed, texting my bf as I do, and he asked what I was getting him for his birthday. I doubled back to check what day it was because I COMPLETELY forgot his birthday is tomorrow. I am F**KED.