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Let me ask a simple question:
Does it ever become worth it to go through the motions of a relationship which is clearly doomed to fail?
I am so frustrated. I was about to go to sleep at my boyfriend's apartment tonight, and I was very much looking foward to spending the night with him since he is so rarley in town. He tells me he is going to make a quick phone call and leaves me in his room for fourty five minutes and then proceeds to talk to a neighbor who is loudly bragging about himself and how "easy he has it." Now, what with it being one in the morning, and I being exhausted from working all day and needing to go to sleep because I have to work tomorrow, this conversation heavily irritated me. When I am working my ass off the last thing I need is to hear some punkass kid flaunt about how easy life is for him. Good for you sonny, now shut your bragging face and go the fuck away so I can go to sleep because some of us have to work on a Sunday!
I get up, get dressed, walk out to the living room where my boyfriend and his neighbor are conversing and eating bread and say "I am going to my apartment to go to sleep." The punk kid asks "You're leaving?" in a concerned manner and obviously ignorant to the fact that his austier comments are the cause of my salutations. My boyfirend says "Okay goodnight babe." And I walk out the door because I am oh-so-tired of putting up with this type of bullshit. It is just not fucking fair the lengths that I go to maintain this and the evening had been going very well untill a large bottle of red wine weaseled its fucking unneccesary head into my boyfriends clutches. It always goes dowhill from there. Always. And let me ask you something, do you think he has any relevant idea as to why I left? Is he going to recognize the problem and come knocking on my door at any moment? Let me answer that for you- NO!
Now, I have had to wake up, drive my car back to my apartment where there is limited parking because it is a Saturday, walk in the cold, and type this stupid thing to tackle my irritation. Fuck. I'm going to bed and I'm not even going to listen out for a knock because there isn't a chance in hell there will be one.
Does it ever become worth it to go through the motions of a relationship which is clearly doomed to fail?
I am so frustrated. I was about to go to sleep at my boyfriend's apartment tonight, and I was very much looking foward to spending the night with him since he is so rarley in town. He tells me he is going to make a quick phone call and leaves me in his room for fourty five minutes and then proceeds to talk to a neighbor who is loudly bragging about himself and how "easy he has it." Now, what with it being one in the morning, and I being exhausted from working all day and needing to go to sleep because I have to work tomorrow, this conversation heavily irritated me. When I am working my ass off the last thing I need is to hear some punkass kid flaunt about how easy life is for him. Good for you sonny, now shut your bragging face and go the fuck away so I can go to sleep because some of us have to work on a Sunday!
I get up, get dressed, walk out to the living room where my boyfriend and his neighbor are conversing and eating bread and say "I am going to my apartment to go to sleep." The punk kid asks "You're leaving?" in a concerned manner and obviously ignorant to the fact that his austier comments are the cause of my salutations. My boyfirend says "Okay goodnight babe." And I walk out the door because I am oh-so-tired of putting up with this type of bullshit. It is just not fucking fair the lengths that I go to maintain this and the evening had been going very well untill a large bottle of red wine weaseled its fucking unneccesary head into my boyfriends clutches. It always goes dowhill from there. Always. And let me ask you something, do you think he has any relevant idea as to why I left? Is he going to recognize the problem and come knocking on my door at any moment? Let me answer that for you- NO!
Now, I have had to wake up, drive my car back to my apartment where there is limited parking because it is a Saturday, walk in the cold, and type this stupid thing to tackle my irritation. Fuck. I'm going to bed and I'm not even going to listen out for a knock because there isn't a chance in hell there will be one.