I talk to my mom the other day and recount the instance of the hell date where my phone gets stolen. She says, "Oh, so that's what happened. I was worried." I ask her to elaborate. She tells me that she called my phone while it was in the custody of psycho date. When it rang, a man answered, she asked for me & he hung up on her. Thinking she misdialed, she called again only to get hung up on- again- immediately. She called back a third time to get my voicemail...
Worried that I'd been kidnapped & some strange man was now answering my cell phone she... did nothing.
I could have been dead mom!
Thanks! Love you too!
Just sharing the insanity that is my life.
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