|Fuck my luck (FML)|
I'm not sure why my declaration of good fortune bummed him out, but it has. No guy has ever said, "Awwww, babe! I'm so lucky that I met you too" back to me. Not ever. Not once.
This phrase is like if a black cat walked under a ladder then broke a mirror when it was on the 13th floor to me; I've cursed myself by telling him what a blessing he's been.
In fact, in a cruel twist. he'll usually end it pretty soon after I acknowledge how much I love that "it" is even happening. I was just trying to be cute and say something sweet! Dubbayouteeeff?
Now, I'm terrified about mentioning luck at all because it's brought me nothing but bad luck to acknowledge my good luck. I feel like my life is a stanza in the Jabberwocky; it makes no fucking sense.