(contributed by Helena Handbasket)
My first Christmas with my ex, he got me a butter dish. Yes, that’s right, a butter dish that you actually would put a stick of butter in. It should have ended there, but this was someone I had fallen for hard. That year I also got a crockpot and new pots and pans.
After 7 months of dating I should have had a million flags waved in my face. My girlfriend asked if it was a diamond encrusted butter dish. No. It was a dollar store butter dish.
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