This Puddle

My ex-girlfriend could be very… expressive when she was upset.  She also didn't get things the way other people would.
I told her we were breaking up, I couldn't see her anymore and she needed to get her things and leave.  She was upset, naturally. 
She said, “I 
can't believe you're breaking up with me over this puddle on the kitchen floor.”
I shook my head and said, “You can’t? Really? First of all, dear, even though I had much more important issues to attend to you refused to clean it up. Second, it was a lot of blood.
Third, you fucking stabbed me over using the last of the ranch dressing!"


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