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Mr. And Mrs. Potatohead

You didn’t see it coming. He blindsided you on a regular Thursday night, rewatching Game of Thrones. Sat right next to you, blatantly texting other girls. Right in front of you. You saw their names. Casey. Lyndsay. Emilie (of COURSE she spelled it with an “ie”). Each name popping up, filling you with a quietly persistent rage that grew and grew until it exploded out of you. You wanted to vomit. You loved him. You thought he loved you too and...yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Potatohead could be good.