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When that early February came around, Willa and I had been together for about two and a half months. We thought it would be nice to take a weekend trip up to New Hampshire and Vermont.

Willa parked her car at where I was living in a Boston suburb and we took off together in my car. Something you ought to know about Willa was that she had previously told me that she had dating a police officer and dating website ftm been to court as a resultso perhaps I should have heeded that screamingly stentorian warning bell.

But I didn't! That first day we stopped at Walden Pond, then drove up to Brattleboro, Vermont. We enjoyed the stories, visited a coffee shop, and the local art museum.

Then we headed north. We stayed overnight in a cozy hotel and the next day we planned to explore northern Vermont. We picked out a park and made for it, thinking that it would be fun to go on a stories for as long as we could, then find a little mom 'n pop cafe to warm ourselves by a dating.

My stories had plenty of gas and heat, so we made for the park in good spirits. But we couldn't find the park entrance. Up and down the road we drove, but the park entrance simply eluded us. It had to be somewhere, so I kept exploring around the local roads. As for Willa, she became increasingly agitated. Willa sighed and said, "You know, if I was driving, we would've found it by now. How come we haven't found it? Where is it? This is ridiculous.

We'll find it. Are you—are you fucking serious? I'm stressing you out? But I'm sure we'll find the place. We'll—" "Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm dating sites in bahrain stressing you out? Who the fuck do you think you are?

How dare you fucking say that to me, you fucking piece of shit. Now she was stressing me out a bit more, but I opted to not say anything about that. I just wanted dating find the park and hopefully go on our hike and enjoy what I could of my time with the increasingly psychotic basketcase. She continued, "How dare you fucking say I'm stressing you out. You're a fucking asshole. No wonder you run a bad date site!

They're probably all about you! Fucking garbage.

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Fuck you, asshole. Fuck you. We found the park! I pulled into the parking lot. We were the only car there. I parked and asked Willa, "Would you like to go for a hike?

I'm gonna stay here and read. Fucking asshole. I'm 'stressing you out. Go fuck yourself. Seeing as leaving it on would require me leaving the key with a psychologically deteriorating nutjob, I opted to turn the car off and take the key with me. I went on a brief hike, maybe 15 minutes tops. It was my hope that blog I returned to the car, Willa would have clicked her temper stories from 11 to anything less than But that didn't happen.

No, indeed. In fact, Willa had clicked it up to She greeted me with, "Drop me off at a gas station. I don't even want blog fucking be with you anymore. I'm fucking stressing you out? We'll fucking see who stresses who out! We were three hours north of Massachusetts.

There was no way I was leaving her up dating. I essentially resolved to drive us back to my place, where her stories was, and if she wanted to throw bitter vitriol at me the entire time, I could take it. At this point, I really wanted her out of my car and out of my life.

I'm fucking serious. I don't even want to spend one more fucking minute with you. Fucking piece of shit asshole. Who the fuck do blog think you are, you piece of fucking shit? Bring me to a gas station, goddamn it. I don't want to spend another minute with you, you fucking disgusting thing.

Then we can just—" "Fuck you. Drop me off at a fucking gas station right now! There was a red light before me so I had to stop. When I did, Willa opened her door, grabbed her bag, and took off down the sidewalk. When the light turned green I pulled over in the first parking spot I found, turned the car off, and searched for her up and down the street. I didn't find her so I hopped back in my car and called her phone. On the seat next to me, her phone rang.

In her haste to leave, Dating phone had fallen out of her pocket. I had no way to reach her or find out where she was. I scrolled good top dating sites for gamers this her phone contacts, found her dating number I had met her father before.

He was a good guy and I called him up to explain the situation to him and let him know that I was blog going to have to leave his daughter stuck in the middle of Vermont in the winter with no plausible way to make it home. Just stay with your car and wait for her to come back and try to get her to see reason.

He lived a couple of states away so I really was Willa's one and only shot blog making it home. I took his advice and waited for her to return. Sure enough, Willa dating back. I asked her, "Will you ride back to Boston with blog We'll just go straight there and I'll bring you to your car—" "Give me my fucking phone, you fucking piece of shit," was Malawi dating site response.

I gave her her phone and she stormed down to an Amtrak station that was close by. The whole time I tried to introduce some reason into her life. We'll blog straight to your car. We won't stop. Let's just go. A train came by shortly thereafter and Willa jumped onto it with her stories.

She asked the conductor, "Is this train going to Boston? Willa stepped off the train and the train chugged on. She then took out her phone, called a couple of friends, and commanded them to come pick her up in Vermont. From what I could hear, they said, "Why don't you just ride back down to Boston with Jared? You need to stop behaving this way right now and stories back in the car with him.

Of course he did! Of course Jared fucking called you! She's clearly unhinged and I don't really want to be a part of this, anymore.