You know when someone talks to you for ages and you stand there waiting to get away?
I hope you aren’t doing the reading equivalent of that right now.
If you are, I am sorry. I am sorry for us both.
This is awkward. Nobody cares about your husband or wife or children or your dog that shits everywhere.
Really, nobody cares.
If it adds nothing to our relationship, excuse me for attempting to get away. I will excuse you also. We can keep that door open.
It’s just fluff. Filler. Chitter chatter. Small talk. BS.
I don’t want