It all started with a simple "it's not you, it's me" text message. Steve, the lovable oaf, thought he was doing just fine. He had his routine, his video games, and his beloved collection of velvet paintings. But little did he know, hisประก his ex had been secretly dating his accountant.
Heartbroken, Steve retreated to his favorite diner for comfort and a plate of extra-large nachos. Little did he know, his ex had already ordered a "We are done, Steve" sign to be placed on their front door. The sign, paid for by his ex's new beau, read "Accountant Appreciation Society" in bold, black letters.
As Steve devoured his nachos, he stumbled upon a cryptic message on the diner's bulletin board: "Tacos are just like relationships, Steve. They're all messy and full of regret."
And that's when it hit him, like a ton of bricks. Steve realized that, just like a poorly made taco, his relationship was all about the toppings, the excitement, and the fleeting nature of satisfaction. It was all downhill from there.
Today, Steve resides in his childhood bedroom, surrounded by velvet paintings, video games, and an unending supply of tissues. If you need a shoulder to cry on, he's your guy.
Want to see more of Steve's sad story? Follow the links below:
The Dark Ages: Steve's Descent into Madness When Steve Met His Therapist: The Bittersweet Taste of Despair