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I don't know where i should start. Okay, two days ago i woke up to Muhammad banging things and when i got out there and asked him what was the matter he said, "shut up, i don't even wanna hear you fucken voice!"
I really am un sure what i did, but i slept in and I was suppose to take our dirty laundry to my parents house, but he went a head and plugded in the old washer and begin to wash two loads of laudry. Anyway, all day i didn't say more than i needed to to him. Of course he didn't notice. He went on all day that day to talk to me as if nothing occured in the mornning!
So we went home, i gave him alittle attudide over the tea because he asked me if i put something in his tea AGAIN!, So i told him "YES", EVEN THOUGH I WOULD NEVER DO THAT HE STILL ASKS ME AFTER 4 YEARS! Okay so he starts to have this burbing shit happen, and i am sure it is because he really thought when i said "yes" to putting something in his tea, he thinks i did.
Okay now that is the wierd problem i have with my fucken asshole.
Zak his son got all mad that i changed the name on the IPOD list in ITUNES, (we both have a ipod, but only one computer.) And all my music is on his IPOD. So he earsed everything, i mean all his stuff and my stuff so when i need to charge the ipod, all my shit is gone! I spent alot more time on the computer with the ipod, he shouldn't of earsed my shit! 3 hours at lest working on down loading music from my cd collection! I live with two fucken selffish assholes!
Another problem is that the computer speakers do not work, i don't know what ZAK did, most likely he throw a fit and hit them or something stupied and now i have now speakers. I wake up and tell MUHAMMAD this and he just starts to argue about other stuff that is shuffled on his mind, because his dear fucken boy couldn;t do wrong, NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Fuck this, you know, 4 years down the drain, plus my body, plus, my heart, plus my time for what! two fucken assholes!
I understand that he is selling his business, but if he wants to keep it, do that, don't take shit out on me, and expect me to be okay, not argue, or feel bad.
I wish i had the power just to say, "i am moving out!" and leave his ass! But something inside won't let me? IS IT love? IS IT comfortablity. i don't know!
I really am un sure what i did, but i slept in and I was suppose to take our dirty laundry to my parents house, but he went a head and plugded in the old washer and begin to wash two loads of laudry. Anyway, all day i didn't say more than i needed to to him. Of course he didn't notice. He went on all day that day to talk to me as if nothing occured in the mornning!
So we went home, i gave him alittle attudide over the tea because he asked me if i put something in his tea AGAIN!, So i told him "YES", EVEN THOUGH I WOULD NEVER DO THAT HE STILL ASKS ME AFTER 4 YEARS! Okay so he starts to have this burbing shit happen, and i am sure it is because he really thought when i said "yes" to putting something in his tea, he thinks i did.
Okay now that is the wierd problem i have with my fucken asshole.
Zak his son got all mad that i changed the name on the IPOD list in ITUNES, (we both have a ipod, but only one computer.) And all my music is on his IPOD. So he earsed everything, i mean all his stuff and my stuff so when i need to charge the ipod, all my shit is gone! I spent alot more time on the computer with the ipod, he shouldn't of earsed my shit! 3 hours at lest working on down loading music from my cd collection! I live with two fucken selffish assholes!
Another problem is that the computer speakers do not work, i don't know what ZAK did, most likely he throw a fit and hit them or something stupied and now i have now speakers. I wake up and tell MUHAMMAD this and he just starts to argue about other stuff that is shuffled on his mind, because his dear fucken boy couldn;t do wrong, NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Fuck this, you know, 4 years down the drain, plus my body, plus, my heart, plus my time for what! two fucken assholes!
I understand that he is selling his business, but if he wants to keep it, do that, don't take shit out on me, and expect me to be okay, not argue, or feel bad.
I wish i had the power just to say, "i am moving out!" and leave his ass! But something inside won't let me? IS IT love? IS IT comfortablity. i don't know!