Most broads love to get flowers.  They eat that shit up.  Their significant other could have picked up flowers at the store or ordered flowers to be delivered.  The guy could have even plucked it out of a garden.  Majority of the time it is usually roses.  I hate roses.  They are very generic and thoughtless to me.  Orchids or dolorodell peony flowers are unique.

In the summer of 2010, Barry and I were not in a good place in our relationship.  I was questioning if I should stay in the relationship.  I was at work when a dozen hot pink roses were delivered to me.  Hot pink was my favorite color.  It caught me off guard.  The card said something along the lines of our relationship was worth it.  I was dumb and smelled the roses.  I completely forgot about how I was truly feeling about the situation.  I thought maybe it was a sign.  The problem is I read the sign wrong.

A few weeks later the shit hit the fan.  I found a naked pictures from his ex-girlfriend, Ash.  I also found naked pictures of my girlfriend, Heather.  His buddy, Burt, was dating my friend Heather.  Apparently, those guys thought it appropriate to share naked pictures of their girlfriends with one another.  The night Ash sent him these pictures was the night before he sent me the roses to work.  He did not feel too guilty about receiving the pictures since he did not delete them.  Barry thought roses would absolve his guilt.  Guilty flowers are thee worst.

The best part was I stayed with him for another almost ten months.  I was a dumb broad.  I hate roses, but I was obsessed that he got me my favorite color.  I wish I would have cut ties sooner.  It shows how easily broads are snowed over.  I should have shoved the thorny stems up his ass to rip him a new asshole.