Aug 09, 2006 22:58
"If I can't be wiht you I don't want to be"
That's what I said to Marc after he said multiple times last night that it was over, even though he was drunk-ish and I was tipsy-ish he said it enough to really sink in. I was a phanto today at work I couldn't tell anyone what was wrong. One of my sisters held my hand and looked me strait in the face, and it made me want to cry. But that's not the worst of it, what made it even worse is that he smacked me across the face, REALLY HARD, and then pushed my face in between two pillows with the heel of his hand for about 10 seconds, long enough for it to really hurt. My jaw is still sore.
Why am I so in love with him...and all of his friends apparently think I treat him like shit, and walk all over him, which I do sometimes, but look at all the shit he does to me...it's not like he has no blame.
I wish I had the balls to just make it all stop.
Maybe what Andrew did isn't so bad, at least he enjoyed himself.