In my defense he tried to blow me up a few times. Given, I ran straight into the dynamite instead of dodging it...

Well. We didn't exactly make up as much as it is I forced him to stay with me and come over. I'd probably beat him up if he didn't want to. Or yell at him and get him upset. And then we'd have really good days where we'd just hang out and things were quiet.

And then I got turned into a woman and I baited someone to look under my shirt and he thought I was serious about it - he always was jealous of the Prince for some reason - and he broke up with me.

Well, sort of. I didn't really let him.