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We'll fight about it all the time. Non-stop. On our 'good days' we'll shower each other with undeserved gifts and sexual favors and the accusatory banter will be minimal - though still prevalent. Things will be going ' well' for a while until xxx night your battery dies and you fall asleep early - forcing me into an incoherent panic. xxx unreturned voicemails and text messages will lead me to believe only the worst - you ARE cheating on me! To confirm my suspicions, I will immediately log into all your personal accounts - since you are so technologiy oblivious you left your saved on my computer - and find a message to be mad about. It will likely be a harmless flirtation from a platonic friend who lives xxx states away that pushes me over the edge. Unable to reach him or you - I will scramble into my car and drive barefoot to your apartment where I will ride up on the curb knocking over an unsuspecting potted plant. The commotion outside will rouse you from your and you'll stumble bleary- eyed to the just in time to see me throw the car in reverse and plow into your beloved Huyndai Elantra. In short order, the will come, I will cry, you will shout, your landlord will evict you and your company will drop you. On the bright side, our names will be forever emblazoned together onto a county report. Despite all this, it will take another several months for you to come to your senses and break-up with me. Knowing that I am a ticking bomb, you will execute this in the kindest, most reasonable way possible. You will make every effort to lift my spirits by explaining that "It's not you, it's me." and that "I deserve someone better." All this, to no avail. The only way you can truly be rid of me is to change your number and move across the country where you'll make new friends and find a new insecure boyfriend to emotionally for months until he finally reaches his breaking point and throws a wine glass at you and storms out of a restaurant. Everyone will be looking at you, in Pinot Noir with an astonished look on your face. In your head you'll be thinking, "Ha. That was nothing. You should see my Huyndai Elantra." And, that, is why I'll be the best psycho ex-boyfriend you've ever had.