You know all those posts from a little over a year ago of couples glowing about having the best pandemic buddy ever while they biked around the city in matching masks?
Yeah, those couples were me.
You'll be thrilled to hear the whole soul mate thing was donezo in a little less than three months. The next two months were malfunctioning roller coasters. Then shit went south and got ugly.
Turns out you maybe shouldn't move in with someone who says all her exes are villians, her cashier doesn't smile sincerely enough (in a pandemic WHAT?!) and that none of her friends ever really get her.
The lease can't come up fast enough. She scares me.