I had this girlfriend once and things weren't going the way I wanted them to. Long story short I said "I'm Done" and started lacing up my boots to leave. But then I didn't leave; I just stood there in the doorway while she looked at me blank and misty-eyed. I told a friend about it afterwards and he immediately started busting my balls. "Ask me to stay," he said. "Don't let me go," he pleaded. A few days later I found myself laughing about it while hanging out with my sons in the backyard. One of them asked what I was laughing about and I told him I was laughing at myself. He said, "I know why you're laughing. You and _ were hanging out and you were both pretending to cry but her crying sounded real." I’m not sure what he was on about, but I’ve been taking him more seriously since.

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