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Thanks for the laugh. I think you meant "You know exactly where YOU stand with ME..."
Yes I do know where I stand with you. You've taken what you wanted and cast me aside like a soiled glove just like Mother said you would. (Actually, she said something about buying a cow when you can get the milk for free, but I think that's what she meant). Oh, I feel so cheap and....and...USED. But, whenever I'm inclined to sob my little heart out, I take some comfort in knowing that I am in the company of so many others that you've discarded.
Adieu, Chris (may I call you Chris? "Mr. Cross" makes it sound like we never meant anything to each other...). A sad, forlorn adieu. The sun has fled from the darkness of your frown, my darling Chris, and my only hope now is that we might meet one day in Heaven, and be reconciled at long last. I shall fall on your neck and give you a big wet smack right on the lips - maybe two smacks - so be sure to bring a towel.
I've no idea what I'll tell the baby. Oops! I wasn't going to tell you about that. Well...nevermind. We won't impede your career. I shall raise the child alone and say that Daddy died in an explosion at a chicken processing plant while he was testing his DIVE team theory. Excuse me...I think I'm going to weep again....
Yes I do know where I stand with you. You've taken what you wanted and cast me aside like a soiled glove just like Mother said you would. (Actually, she said something about buying a cow when you can get the milk for free, but I think that's what she meant). Oh, I feel so cheap and....and...USED. But, whenever I'm inclined to sob my little heart out, I take some comfort in knowing that I am in the company of so many others that you've discarded.
Adieu, Chris (may I call you Chris? "Mr. Cross" makes it sound like we never meant anything to each other...). A sad, forlorn adieu. The sun has fled from the darkness of your frown, my darling Chris, and my only hope now is that we might meet one day in Heaven, and be reconciled at long last. I shall fall on your neck and give you a big wet smack right on the lips - maybe two smacks - so be sure to bring a towel.
I've no idea what I'll tell the baby. Oops! I wasn't going to tell you about that. Well...nevermind. We won't impede your career. I shall raise the child alone and say that Daddy died in an explosion at a chicken processing plant while he was testing his DIVE team theory. Excuse me...I think I'm going to weep again....
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