Every moment of the day, I wish I was with you. I wish I could always hear that little giggle you get whenever you see something that tickles you. You complete me, balance my weakness with your strength, and love me just for me. You are meant to be loved, and that’s what I want to do for you, forever.
Reblogging this, because guess who fucking left me again after he said he wouldn’t do it! Guess who went as far as to even post about me publicly on another forum on how he is such a victim because I am SO controlling, because I did stuff like ask him to stay home with me a few times WHEN I WAS SICK instead of going out with his friends.
I’m so fucking controlling, because I had anxieties about him lying to me all the time in doing stuff that I caught him doing like smoking, and going to clubs and bars when he was suppose to be in a committed relationship.
He even went as far as to degrade my body in that fucking public forum…also adding in there, (and I copy and paste) “I was sick of having to deal with her getting depressed every time ”
Even though all these years he told me he was there for me and to help me, and that he didn’t mind comforting me through my depressions…yet secretly he was sick of it. Just another lie.
I’m really starting to think the only reason why he kept me around and acting so loving with me was because he could fuck me without a condom, and I let him do it whenever he wanted. I was always so submissive to him in everything he ever wanted.
Yet when he got his new stupid job as a sales person this past year and met these new bro-douche bag “friends”, everything changed since he became like them.
I’m such a horrible person.
Here’s a tip, Internet: NEVER date someone who grew up in theater. They know how to act, and they know how to act well. Also NEVER date a salesperson. Their job is to sell you something, and make you buy it.
Thanks for taking almost 4 years away from my life.
Thank you for always telling me your sweet nothings that ended up turning out to be nothing, because you can’t tell any truth at all.
Thank you for ruining me even more.
Thank you for breaking me more than I already was.
Thank you for only adding to my insecurities in life.
Thank you for taking away what little ability I had to trust in people.
Thank you for butchering any chance I would have at getting into another relationship again due to messing with my mind and feelings so much.
Thank you for lying to me so well, and manipulating me so well that I feel like a fucking idiot now.
Thank you for putting your friends over me.
Thank you for putting your car over me, the car my family gave you for free.
Thank you for using me for money.
Thank you for being so feeble as to allowing yourself to become just another typical bro.
Thank you for always blaming me for everything that you did wrong in your life.
Thank you for always trying to guilt me for lack of motivation, when really you are just lazy and selfish.
Thank you for stressing me out to the point where it is literally ruining my health even more.
Thank you for only liking me when I had larger breasts.
Thank you for all the nights where you stayed out late without giving me a phone call or text.
Thank you for making me have to contemplate my will to live once again.