This is something that is simple, that I almost turned complicated, and ended up being very simple. 

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Last night, my girlfriend and I came up with a plan to do chores together for 10am to 12pm today. Lawn stuff and cleaning mostly. Nothing too crazy. 

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Around 9 today, after breakfast, we were both plenty awake and I was like "hey, lets get the chores out of the way early!"

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She said "Oh! nice! I'm gonna go wash my hair"

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For the first hour, I was  doing everything myself.  Cutting weeds by myself. Dumping Trash. You know, chores stuff. 

I stopped after finishing the backyard and started huffing and puffing in the kitchen. For no good reason other than the feeling of complete hopelessness and despair creeping towards me, ready to engulf my soul.

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She came out of the shower and was like, "hey"

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I told her, "I'm feeling borderliney as fuck. I feel abandoned and that you don't care. I can't believe you went to do your hair when you said you were gonna help me!"

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She then responds sanely, "I did my hair so it can dry while I'm doing the chores. I didn't want to get in your way with the lawn since you said you wanted to figure that out yourself and I'm just going to be cleaning in here for the next 2 hours."

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I stopped huffing. I felt dumb, but I'm very glad I didn't escalate things. I could have ruined my day like I normally would!

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We then spent the next 2 and half hours getting a bunch of stuff done and I'm very happy with myself and of course, her!

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BPD, you lose today!

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Anyone wanna get some froyo?