I should mention that I was 17 at the time, they were merely engaged then (I hope, because if they were merely in a boyfriend-girlfriend label.... *shivers*), it was mainly him talking and the convo was going on in granny's apartment. While she was present. And I got mad, because what the fuck is wrong with you, it's wrong in so many ways to talk about it here and now, and I don't even want to discuss this with my sister, let alone you, douchbag, get lost you graspy punk! (the memory alone is making me angry, what a nerve, that guy, ugh!)
Maybe if they were nice, they would still be living in that summer house. But they really fucked up their own situation with their impatience.
Oh, and btw, congrats for winning the queen's hair!

*confetti rain*