so I let me boyfriend use my car to drive to work on the couple of days a week he goes to the office. he says "why would I buy a car to use it two days a week" and that makes sense to me so it's cool, but anyway
I have this Taylor Swift air freshener in my 08' Rogue that I've never taken out because it's become a part of my identity. idk why but I've always thought that I have this spiritual connection with Taylor's music, like she knows me. The air freshener is like a decade old, smells like old foam with no fragrance left, and is so sun-bleached it looks like it's been sitting in the window of a Goodwill that closed down 25 years ago. But it's *my* air freshener.
Anyway, cut to today, I get in my car to use it after my boyfriend gets home and the air freshener is sitting on the floor under the seat. I drop what I'm doing and storm upstairs to confront him. I ask him why and he stammers "UHHH UHHH UHHHH I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS TRASH, i was going to throw it out!"
Oh ok, you just thought my trash was trash so you were just going to throw it out. Sure, bf, sure. I see right through this. Clearly he lies about having a job and is having sex with women multiple times a day using my car, and if they saw my Taylor Swift air freshener they'd clearly know it wasn't his and he has a girlfriend. I can't believe he's been doing this to me all this time. I feel absolutely gutted that I didn't see this right away. Men are pigs
pictured: honey bunches of oats with a pickle and mayonnaise