#hes gone

Well... here's mine 3 years later after buying it

He doesn't even have a car. Alfred has to drive him around in a van.

YES!!! he’d do exactly that too! knock u up and leave. ooohhh wait, i just got an idea (me brainstorming this in realtime 💀).

he’ll probably stay alongside u during the span of ur pregnancy; rub ur breasts once they start to ache, fetch u odd concoctions that’ll sate ur cravings, ease all ur doubt on u being a mother (“ur nurturing tendencies is already an important quality of being a mother. i’m absolutely positive that u will do splendid.”), help u come up with names for the baby (if it’s a boy, how does “lindo” sound? “aurelia” if it’s a girl?), rub moisturizer over the swell of your belly to relieve any itchiness of the stretched skin, participating in regular checkups with ur practitioner to ensure everything is still going smooth. i’m talking whatever u need or want, tamsy is there to fulfill that request—tending to u through each trimester.

he’ll even be there as u give birth, enduring the various pressures u squeeze his hand with, reassuring u that u’re doing a wonderful job. and once that baby is born, and its small frame is cradled in ur arms, u’ll look up at tamsy and smile—he’s an amazing partner and he’d be an even amazing father.

then queue his lack of presence once u’re finally able to bring the baby home. his promises start to feel empty and his affection seems dull, mundane. u can’t help the suspicion that curdles in ur mind—an overflowing matter that taints the sides—that his absence is all because of u.

i miss you rex ts all i got🕊🕊😔 I WAS CRYING HARD

btw mark pmo, like stop fucking smiling. its your friends funeral and your girlfriend crying too, and yo bitch ass smiling here gtfo bro.