Winter is Like that High School Ex

That you dumped on his ass for his constant lying and moodiness. Lovely and fawning one day, cold and demeaning and horrid the next.

I wore a skirt today. A skirt. With bare legs. Because it was forecast to hit 17C today. Tomorrow? Windchill of -5C.

That's right. The winter? He's a controlling, deceitful bastard, he is.