Who could’ve guessed that I’d spend Valentine’s thinking about irreconcilable differences? How like him to break up a few days before the holiday of love and leave me with his excuses playing my head like a broken record. I wonder what exactly those irreconcilable differences were, it’s not like he specified. “Irreconcilable differences” is a pretty open-ended phrase.
Was it that one of us likes Fall Out Boy and the other couldn’t stand them? Was it that one of us likes sauerkraut on our hotdogs and the other is crazy enough to eat it plain? Was it that one of us likes Vanilla while the other is a die-hard choca-holic?
I guess it could have been our diverging career paths or our clashing ideas about Obama, but when did those things stop being challenges to work through together and start being irreconcilable?