All my boyfriend ever does any more is play Magic. It annoys me. We need another car seat for the baby and a bed, but all he does is go with friends and look for Magic cards. He expects to get good at it and win money off of it. It’s a stupid expectation. He stayed out until 3am yesterday playing this stupid game and it is now 5 am and he still isn’t back today. I want my cuddle buddy back, I want his stupid Magic cards to disappear. I wish our stupid friend never got him into this stupid card game. He’s 23 years old with two kids and one supposed to be here this week. His priorities are way off and he needs to get himself together. We have bills to pay, and he wastes his money like it’s nothing. We barely have food in the house. I hate this.
one of my favorite things about the rivals-to-lovers trope is when one of them, at the beginning of their relationship, grumbles about how much they hate the other person’s awful face and i sort of cackle to myself like, oh man. you’re going to have it so bad. it’s going to be so great. you are going to love the CRAP out of that awful face. you’ll be composing delicious, pining, sappy sonnets about it. i love it.