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I really wonder most days why I'm dating Kris. He's a wonderful person... that fails at life. I don't feel bad for him, because there's this thing about us PEGs: we don't just lay down and die. We get by. We may bitch on occasion. We may puddle up and cry. But we work through all our shit, even if it takes a while.
And now life is coming together for me, again, because I've been working hellahard, and Kris is wondering why his life is so crap when he does nothing. People tell me I should pity him, but I'm not his mother, and I'm sick of helping him and feeding him and driving him. I'm not his bitch. If he can't get his shit together enough to get food, or to have money, then he doesn't deserve to eat in my book. Which sounds awful, but I've been taking care of him for two months now, and if he hasn't progressed as a person in two months of being coddled, then being coddled will stop and bitchhell will start.
Good luck, baby. I hope you don't die.
And now life is coming together for me, again, because I've been working hellahard, and Kris is wondering why his life is so crap when he does nothing. People tell me I should pity him, but I'm not his mother, and I'm sick of helping him and feeding him and driving him. I'm not his bitch. If he can't get his shit together enough to get food, or to have money, then he doesn't deserve to eat in my book. Which sounds awful, but I've been taking care of him for two months now, and if he hasn't progressed as a person in two months of being coddled, then being coddled will stop and bitchhell will start.
Good luck, baby. I hope you don't die.