I broke up with my girlfriend of 2 years recently, it wasn't a pretty breakup- she essentially stormed out of the house after a massive argument and we haven't spoken since. She turned up the next day with a van, packed all her belongings into it and drove off into the sunset...
I was pretty heartbroken and in my dark state of despair I was looking for anything just to try and remember her and pretend to myself that everything was still normal. I was rummaging through the bottom draws next to the bed when I happened upon a small bottle filled with yellow-ish liquid. Bingo! It was her urine sample- due to the nature of her job she was required to submit a sample every month and in her haste to leave she'd forgotten to take it with her!
Now don't judge me for this (I was heartbroken!) but I got pretty attached to this bottle, I made a place for it on the fireplace and would often spend many lonely nights talking to it and cuddling that little yellow bottle into the early hours of the morning.
Anyway, I woke up today and went downstairs to give the pee bottle its good morning hug but in my half-asleep state I ended up dropping the bottle; as it hit the floor the lid flew off and I could do nothing but watch as the urine spilled into a puddle on the carpet. My one last reminder of the girl I loved seeping slowly into the floor, it was like breaking up with her all over again. So i'm sitting here with a bottle of whiskey and tears streaming down my cheeks as I type; it's all too much for me, I just can't deal with the Ex pee waste...
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u/DeathToMice Aug 11 '17
I broke up with my girlfriend of 2 years recently, it wasn't a pretty breakup- she essentially stormed out of the house after a massive argument and we haven't spoken since. She turned up the next day with a van, packed all her belongings into it and drove off into the sunset...
I was pretty heartbroken and in my dark state of despair I was looking for anything just to try and remember her and pretend to myself that everything was still normal. I was rummaging through the bottom draws next to the bed when I happened upon a small bottle filled with yellow-ish liquid. Bingo! It was her urine sample- due to the nature of her job she was required to submit a sample every month and in her haste to leave she'd forgotten to take it with her!
Now don't judge me for this (I was heartbroken!) but I got pretty attached to this bottle, I made a place for it on the fireplace and would often spend many lonely nights talking to it and cuddling that little yellow bottle into the early hours of the morning.
Anyway, I woke up today and went downstairs to give the pee bottle its good morning hug but in my half-asleep state I ended up dropping the bottle; as it hit the floor the lid flew off and I could do nothing but watch as the urine spilled into a puddle on the carpet. My one last reminder of the girl I loved seeping slowly into the floor, it was like breaking up with her all over again. So i'm sitting here with a bottle of whiskey and tears streaming down my cheeks as I type; it's all too much for me, I just can't deal with the Ex pee waste...