Boyfriends, huh. Well, I'll call him my ex now, but he confessed to me that he kissed another guy today of all days. Damn you, Hallmark Holiday. Only mad about it because I always felt insecure that he'd want a "real guy" instead of one requiring a bit of assembly. So I'll add that guy who has been itching to steal him from me since we first started dating to the list of people whose faces I fantasize about breaking as part of my stress relief. Maybe I'll punch a pillow or two.