Until you find out the bastard is engaged and you can't even get a date!
The best bit about getting home when I'm exhausted and putting my 'comfies' on is that moment of release when your bra pings off. I think the bra release is a metaphor for the tension of me holding myself upright and balanced and talking and smiling and all the things I really have to work at when I'm ''Outside'', then getting home and my body just going URGH as it collapses onto the sofa.
This should go in dictionary under optimism. :)
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