This worst story comes to us from Jennifer C.
When I was seventeen I was so excited to see my boyfriend of two and a half years on Valentine’s Day. I waited anxiously all morning in my Mother’s living room for him to come see me. When he arrived he handed me a cute little bag. Inside the bag was a card with an ugly gorilla on it and a jump rope wrapped in toilet paper. I just smiled and tried not to cry. Sixteen years later my kids use that very same jump rope in my front yard. Ironically, the jump rope is still with me, while he is not!
Can you top that?!
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