I have just spent a good half hour sobbing because DP was off out to get a new phone. This means that
a) we won't have the same phone any more, and
b) he will have a shinier/ nicer phone than me.
Both of which were obviously the end of the world
.
Two cups of tea and a little bit of chocolate later, I have remembered that we don't have the same phone anyway (different types of iphone), and that I DON'T ACTUALLY CARE. Was still using a nokia brick until two years ago and regarded phones that did anything other than text and call with deep suspicion. After he eventually stopped laughing (and soothing), DP made it out the door...
Some days I feel like my brain has been replaced by a randomly alternating cast of hamsters in wheels, each with a different personality disorder
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