Sick
At this point, I'm pretty much sick and fucking tired of the people I once called "friends". I knew I shouldn't have expected much of any of them. These are the same stuck-up bitches that used to spread rumors about me "just because", these are the same whores that would show no interest in a guy what-so-ever...until I did; the same sluts that would hit on my boyfriends, the same nasty skanks that excluded me from everything, unless it involved someone needing to pay...then I was always invited, and you guessed it, I paid.
I've asked Josie and Nikki countless fucking times to come visit. They can make time for everything and everybody else, just not me. I've asked a minute favors, something I'd figure they'd be glad to do, considering the help I've extended over the years. Is it really that fucking difficult to send me the phone number I've requested in a fucking email, or myspace note!? That's all I've asked, that and a bit of companionship. But no, too difficult to do for the person that's done shit for them, and turned the other cheek when they so blatantly fucked me over.
I'm so fucking sick of dealing with James it's not funny. He can't say one good fucking word about me. I can't remember the last time he honestly made a comment about me being pretty or attractive, but he can throw it in my fucking face that he gets hit on by his "attractive" co-workers. He claims he tries to "make-up" for the shit he's put me through, but won't do the one fucking thing I ask of him. He's now claiming that he didn't cheat on my with that fucking skank. Evidently we were "On a break", so it toooooootally doesn't count that he lied about it and hid it from me when he did bang her, the night he left me. It also doesn't count that he only dumped me to fuck her, and expected that he could just come back, lie about it, hide it, practically make a fucking joke out of me, tell me I'm "fucking crazy" when I confronted him about it, turn the tables and accuse me of being the one that cheated since I was so "obsessed".
Oh, other things that don't count...the fact that he specifically said that those types of things were cheating when we first got together, which also included: emotional affairs (which he did), masturbation while thinking of someone you know (which he did), internet relationships (which he did), being "too friendly" to the opposite sex (which he is guilty of on multiple accounts). It's amazing, but he actually oggled Josie's friend in the delivery room after I had Raphael, couldn't stop staring at the bitch in the pet store, playing with girls' asses at the bar, and doing God knows what else. I'm only just now finding out that nights I THOUGHT he was at work or Ryan's, he was actually hanging out with some fucking 15-year-old girl named Abby. The fucking pervert won't grow the fuck up and realize he's 25, not 15. Of course, let's also not forget the fact that he couldn't make time for me, but he managed to be around all of these assholes. What!? You mean yet another person that "doesn't have time" for me, but spends countless hours around everybody else!? Surely you jest!
What's funnier is the stupid fuck thinks I should be "grateful" that he didn't treat me as badly as the "other people" in my life did. Only, wait.... I'm pretty sure he did the exact same things, only he lied, tried to hide them, and then expected thanks and gratitude for what incredibly little he's done for me; especially in comparison to what I've done for him.
I've asked Josie and Nikki countless fucking times to come visit. They can make time for everything and everybody else, just not me. I've asked a minute favors, something I'd figure they'd be glad to do, considering the help I've extended over the years. Is it really that fucking difficult to send me the phone number I've requested in a fucking email, or myspace note!? That's all I've asked, that and a bit of companionship. But no, too difficult to do for the person that's done shit for them, and turned the other cheek when they so blatantly fucked me over.
I'm so fucking sick of dealing with James it's not funny. He can't say one good fucking word about me. I can't remember the last time he honestly made a comment about me being pretty or attractive, but he can throw it in my fucking face that he gets hit on by his "attractive" co-workers. He claims he tries to "make-up" for the shit he's put me through, but won't do the one fucking thing I ask of him. He's now claiming that he didn't cheat on my with that fucking skank. Evidently we were "On a break", so it toooooootally doesn't count that he lied about it and hid it from me when he did bang her, the night he left me. It also doesn't count that he only dumped me to fuck her, and expected that he could just come back, lie about it, hide it, practically make a fucking joke out of me, tell me I'm "fucking crazy" when I confronted him about it, turn the tables and accuse me of being the one that cheated since I was so "obsessed".
Oh, other things that don't count...the fact that he specifically said that those types of things were cheating when we first got together, which also included: emotional affairs (which he did), masturbation while thinking of someone you know (which he did), internet relationships (which he did), being "too friendly" to the opposite sex (which he is guilty of on multiple accounts). It's amazing, but he actually oggled Josie's friend in the delivery room after I had Raphael, couldn't stop staring at the bitch in the pet store, playing with girls' asses at the bar, and doing God knows what else. I'm only just now finding out that nights I THOUGHT he was at work or Ryan's, he was actually hanging out with some fucking 15-year-old girl named Abby. The fucking pervert won't grow the fuck up and realize he's 25, not 15. Of course, let's also not forget the fact that he couldn't make time for me, but he managed to be around all of these assholes. What!? You mean yet another person that "doesn't have time" for me, but spends countless hours around everybody else!? Surely you jest!
What's funnier is the stupid fuck thinks I should be "grateful" that he didn't treat me as badly as the "other people" in my life did. Only, wait.... I'm pretty sure he did the exact same things, only he lied, tried to hide them, and then expected thanks and gratitude for what incredibly little he's done for me; especially in comparison to what I've done for him.