Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Jul 31st, '17, 00:50
Really? Your mad at momma, so you're going to take it out on me all night, and when I refuse to take it, you, once again, call me names, threaten to break up with me, try to bully me into changing to better suit you, then get more and more aggressive until I walk away, then refuse to talk to me, or even LOOK at me, all day today? Really? THAT'S the mature response? I didn't realize I was dating a child.
No, I will not take sides in arguments between you and your mother that I am not in any way involved in, other than walking next to you to walk home from a restaurant we were just eating at.
No, I will not call your mother names. I will not be cruel. I will not purposefully say hurtful things. If you don't care enough to alter your words as to not hurt someone, then you don't care about THEM. Simple as that.
No, you can not bully me into doing it.
And shut the hell up with this "loyalty" bullshit. It is not my obligation to "back you up" when you are arguing with your mother. Fight it out yourself. You shouldn't need me fighting your battled for you.
I have a GREAT relationship with your mother. I am not going to ruin in to back you up when you are being a little whiny bitch every single night, going on walks to the park after midnight because you need to bitch about her. If you want out, GO. We have been here a WEEK. If you are not going to be able to handle living with your cancer-stricken mother while we help her through surgery, then get lost. I'll do it. We don't need you here.
You don't want me to treat you like my father? Then stop backing me into a corner, only to call me a bitch when I lash out. Stop raising your voice every time you feel inconvenience. Stop with the threatening body language. Stop BEING MY DAD.
You don't want me to treat you like my mother? Stop purposefully using ammo you know will hurt me every time you are upset. It's starting to lose it's punch. You want to break up with me? You want to end our engagement? Fine. Be a man, grow a pair, and end it. I will go back to MA, where I can be with the people I love and who support me, and you can figure your own shit out. I'm done with the mind games. I'm done with being your doormat. I'm done with changing every aspect of myself for you and it still not being enough. I deserve better. I deserve more than you can give me.
Ciao, adios, I'm done.
No, I will not take sides in arguments between you and your mother that I am not in any way involved in, other than walking next to you to walk home from a restaurant we were just eating at.
No, I will not call your mother names. I will not be cruel. I will not purposefully say hurtful things. If you don't care enough to alter your words as to not hurt someone, then you don't care about THEM. Simple as that.
No, you can not bully me into doing it.
And shut the hell up with this "loyalty" bullshit. It is not my obligation to "back you up" when you are arguing with your mother. Fight it out yourself. You shouldn't need me fighting your battled for you.
I have a GREAT relationship with your mother. I am not going to ruin in to back you up when you are being a little whiny bitch every single night, going on walks to the park after midnight because you need to bitch about her. If you want out, GO. We have been here a WEEK. If you are not going to be able to handle living with your cancer-stricken mother while we help her through surgery, then get lost. I'll do it. We don't need you here.
You don't want me to treat you like my father? Then stop backing me into a corner, only to call me a bitch when I lash out. Stop raising your voice every time you feel inconvenience. Stop with the threatening body language. Stop BEING MY DAD.
You don't want me to treat you like my mother? Stop purposefully using ammo you know will hurt me every time you are upset. It's starting to lose it's punch. You want to break up with me? You want to end our engagement? Fine. Be a man, grow a pair, and end it. I will go back to MA, where I can be with the people I love and who support me, and you can figure your own shit out. I'm done with the mind games. I'm done with being your doormat. I'm done with changing every aspect of myself for you and it still not being enough. I deserve better. I deserve more than you can give me.
Ciao, adios, I'm done.
