Jun 09, 2003 12:24
No, I don't fucking want BJ for myself. I spent hours on the phone telling him that no matter what, he should never doubt that you love him. No, I don't agree with what's going on. Yes, I DO FUCKING KNOW what it feels like. I don't know 100%, but I'm pretty damned sure I know. And fuck you. I kept your little secret... Norm wanted to tell him, and what did I do? I fucking protected you, hoping you'd do what's right.
Yes, my life sucks. But as of right now? I'm happier than I have been in a long ass time. I got out of my fucking house. That's all I wanted.
Don't sit there and put words in my mouth, you ungrateful bitch. The only fucking thing I EVER told you was "Jackie, I'll be here for you, whatever your decision may be... even though I know what you're going to do". You did the same thing I did and would have done.
I've learned from my mistakes (as I've told you), and I felt it was your decision to find out whether or not you're making a mistake. I NEVER ONCE told you to do ANYTHING. The only thing I told you to do was to tell him, because if you weren't going to, Norm was. And you and I both know, it would have been very one-sided and half-truthed, because you're right... you, Chris, and BJ are the only ones who know what's going on.
Go ahead... ask BJ what I told him. Nothing. He asked me a question, and I half-assed answered him, hoping for the past 2 weeks you'd do it yourself.
Again... if you think penis is worth throwing a friendship away, then by all means... do it.
I am to the point of needing to shit. I care about you and hope the best whether or not you need to shit. I care about BJ, because yes... he IS like fucking a brother. I see him the same way I see Armand. I'm sorry you weren't very close to the family, but I was. That is my second family.