You wouldn't like me to judge you would you (trust me you probably wouldn't), so try not to judge me. Walk a mile in my shoes (snowboots today) and all that and then we'll talk.
Man, you'd think we'd get better at breaking up by now - I mean, we've done it enough times, right? It should be like that movie Groundhog Day when every time we do it we get better at it until finally we are wishing each other a great life and spending Christmas together with our new partners and stuff.
We started out good, I promised not to blog and he promised not to boink his secretary (and we made a few other promises and apologies but those were the central ones I guess) and it was Christmas and we were alone in our new country and it was dark and there were candles and a tiny bit of snow and it felt like the last year was just a bad, bad dream and now we had woken up in each others arms where we were supposed to be and everything was good and safe and warm.
Well that lasted like a day.