So, I have retired Banged by Byron. You know, as a part of my sidebar on my journal. There will still be Banged by Byron posts, however. In fact? Let's have one now
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Back the fuck up, Johnny Boy. She isn't the one who taught me to use a needle, now is she? And she hasn't done shit to you. Dot? Don't help. Hate each other all you want, but not where the baby can see. Where I am the baby. Okay?
Back to you, John. I repeat, I am not fucking blaming you. So get down off your cross, Jesus. What I am saying is that our relationship was really fucking unhealthy and you were as much to blame for that as I was. But not anymore. I'm through with the thinly veiled insults and disgust. I'm completely fucking through with co-dependency. Do you hear me? Listen and hear what's between the lines, John.
I never asked you to do a lot of things. You chose them. So you can keep making those choices and resenting me for them or you can try something new. I own my choices. I made a lot of fucked up choices. I am the one who is responsible for what happened. Other people may or may not have helped and God knows my parents were a problem. But I chose it. Own what you chose. That's all I'm sayin'. When you do? You'll see that you have always been more than my fucking nurse. And you know it.
Wow. Look, you two are family and that means that nobody but you both will ever understand the full extent of the dynamic and emotion between you two. However, I don't think I need to point out that under codependent in the dictionary is a picture of each of you.
I hate and love the both of you and I hope you get past this soon, because it's going to drive me really crazy really fast if you don't.
And no, this is not me taking John's side. John's always pissed because he thinks I think Byron can do no wrong, and that's not true. Byron just doesn't know any better. John does. So Byron, stop expecting the world to take care of you and John stop thinking that it's your duty to protect and care for everyone in the world, especially if that world consists of George fucking Byron.
PS: I'm on my way back to school. I'll be drinking in my room. Byron, none for you until you prove to me that you aren't going to use it as just another crutch.
Back to you, John. I repeat, I am not fucking blaming you. So get down off your cross, Jesus. What I am saying is that our relationship was really fucking unhealthy and you were as much to blame for that as I was. But not anymore. I'm through with the thinly veiled insults and disgust. I'm completely fucking through with co-dependency. Do you hear me? Listen and hear what's between the lines, John.
I never asked you to do a lot of things. You chose them. So you can keep making those choices and resenting me for them or you can try something new. I own my choices. I made a lot of fucked up choices. I am the one who is responsible for what happened. Other people may or may not have helped and God knows my parents were a problem. But I chose it. Own what you chose. That's all I'm sayin'. When you do? You'll see that you have always been more than my fucking nurse. And you know it.
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I just don't believe you've actually changed, Byron. I'm sorry.
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I hate and love the both of you and I hope you get past this soon, because it's going to drive me really crazy really fast if you don't.
And no, this is not me taking John's side. John's always pissed because he thinks I think Byron can do no wrong, and that's not true. Byron just doesn't know any better. John does. So Byron, stop expecting the world to take care of you and John stop thinking that it's your duty to protect and care for everyone in the world, especially if that world consists of George fucking Byron.
PS: I'm on my way back to school. I'll be drinking in my room. Byron, none for you until you prove to me that you aren't going to use it as just another crutch.
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