Having wtf conversation before T leaves for work.
T: You know, with you, I usually ask myself, “Why did I marry you?” Never a question of “Should I have not married you?”
Me: You say the sweetest things in the most fucked up way.
T: It’s cause you’re fucked up.
Me: Heh. Have a productive day, Bby.
T: *pecks me on my cheek* Bye, see you later…