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I just Facebook stalked my ex, but not to see them. They've started to resemble their father to a downright creepy extent, and I never felt entirely at ease when looking at their father. He looks like a used car salesman.
Nope, I did it to see my dog. Well, obviously not my dog anymore. But the only dog I've ever considered my pet, instead of a family pet. That dog was my constant companion for years of misery and sickness and fear and anxiety and withdrawal, and I still miss him even though I haven't seen him since 2009.
The most recent picture had the ex, my dog, and the ex's new fat baby. At one point, I would have thought "ALL OF THOSE THINGS SHOULD BE MINE (also if the baby was mine it would be a lot cuter)." Now I'm just like "Wow, fat baby, creepy dad-face, awwwwwwww puppy."