Your best friend passed yesterday and I’m going to blame the
pain you are in for the phone call and texts I got from you this morning.
But I never expected to feel that feeling in my gut
again. That angry man, blaming me for
some misfortune in his life feeling.
“Someone” didn’t clean out your dresser drawers, I did. I cleaned your whole house, with your
blessing, hell AT YOUR REQUEST if you want to be honest. I only did what you gave me license to do and
I asked for your participation which you wanted nothing to do with. So now, every time you can’t find something
apparently it will be my fault.
Rethink that.
Seriously. Because right now
while I feel for the pain you are in the middle of, I am enraged and hurt that
you would speak to me like that. I feel
sick to my stomach and I’d rather do anything than go home tonight. I feel like
crying and I don’t know if it’s because I’m hurt or because you are showing
yourself to be like everyone else.
We never talk on the phone and the one time you call me you
hang up on me after making you not being able to find your keys my fault?
That’s bullshit.
That’s drama. That’s something
I’m not down for.
I’m not here to teach you how to treat me. I’m not going to. I’ll just leave if you don’t know how. I promised myself no matter how far in I am,
I will never waste another day with an asshole.
So don’t be an asshole.
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