Screw you Babette: Daily Post


I had a boyfriend for ten minutes in fifth grade. My friend was mad that I was dating her ex. That sounds so grown-up for only being eleven.
So I gave in and broke up with him. I never had another chance. Everyone has moved on, gotten married, had kids and went to rock concerts.
I’m sure that my friend or the ten-minute boyfriend do not remember the best ten minutes of the year. Screw you anyway Babette!