Guess who called last night
So I finally put my big girl panties on and texted him that I would be picking up some things and dropping off his keys tomorrow. Monday is a safe day as I know he will be getting drunk at pool.
He literally panicked especially when I said I didn't need to see him or talk, in fact I'd prefer it.
He rang me up and started going off on how this is all mostly my fault. His drinking is a way to escape me, I'm too needy, I don't clean enough.
I'm all hold up a second..
I literally do not care anymore. I'm tired of apologizing, sick to death of feeling guilty or not good enough. I said, Eric, I'm serious of all the people I've ever known you are the hardest on me by a lot. I could put all my enemies together and they would still pale in comparison to the amount of shut you give me.
The more I pulled away, the more desperate he got. He was down to telling me he trusted me to keep the keys, he still loves me, that he'd keep paying for this shitty phone he broke.
Whatever, should have tried being fucking nice to me for the past year. You shouldn't have kept drinking when I asked you to practice moderation, and you should have tried looking at your own huge fucking flaws before you started pissing all over me.
Ugh!
I hung up on him...loser.
He's panicking because I'm not around to apologize and stroke his ego, while I get nothing in return.
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