He lied.

The bastard lied.

I didn't get ice cream for breakfast. I didn't get anything for breakfast because he had thought that screwing in the shower was more important than feeding me!

We had run out of time and he needed to be at work because it was his day to open up. He promised he would get me something on the way, which had pacified me because all I heard was McDonald's drive-through, but traffic had been an inconsiderate bitch and I had ended up having to go without.

He had then promised that he would get Uber eats to deliver something for me at work.

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