I posted a while back about potentially meeting up with my XP and the end of our (possibly EA) relationship. He wanted to see me. I didn't. I was advised not to. So I didn't. (I was BlueSuedeStiletto then, but I've got my Halloween costume on for the mo!)
However, things have been taken out of my hands- even though it's been over a year, I still have stuff at his flat. I just couldn't bring myself to go and get it. BUT now stupid bastarding cuntbadger wanksock Specsavers have gone and dilivered my contact lenses to his flat instead of my new address by mistake.
So, I've agreed to go and pick them- and my stuff- up.
I'm dreading it like I'd dread going to the dentist naked and being forced to listen to Justin Beiber on repeat while having a root canal.
Hold my hand please 