What is it with girls and abuse? WHY? Why do they (or you, if you do it) KEEP GOING BACK for more?
And then, why is it MY FAULT when I am not 'supportive of this decision?'
Just because you helped me paint my kitchen doesn't mean I have to 'support your decision' of going back to a drunk, abusive 42 year old man who is jealous and calls you a whore.
No thanks...I don't feel obligated to 'support your decision' even though I am your 'best friend' and you 'really love me' and 'think we have freat sex.'
Just because I paid your rent so that you didn't 'have to' move back in with him when he was holding you for ransom doesn't mean that I have to 'support your decision.'
Just because I took you out and spent time with you every day for the last month while you were lying to me about him doesn't mean I have to 'support your decision.'
Fuck off with your crocodile tears. Fuck off with your accusations of me being a 'non-friend.' Fuck off with your 'oh you make me so horny and I can't keep my body off you' tricks.
Fuck off with your 'lipstick lesbian' tendencies. Fuck off with your assumption that I am bisexual.
You miscalculated this time. You can't break my heart twice. You see, I don't want you any more.
I was just your friend this time. You can't hurt me.
In fact, your 'man' should thank me for saving him $1000 in rent money.
What are you going to do now that ALL of your friends are gone? You have NO bridges left to burn. That, plus your new prescription (hello weight gain and loss of libido), plus your new job that you are not qualified for, plus your drunk abusive sugar daddy puts you right back where you were when you called me up crying.
Who was there? Me.
Who helped you? Me.
Did I ask for ANYTHING from you? No.
I don't NEED you...You need me.
Until you DON'T need me...until you can be a WOMAN, I don't need the ride on the drama llama.
And then, why is it MY FAULT when I am not 'supportive of this decision?'
Just because you helped me paint my kitchen doesn't mean I have to 'support your decision' of going back to a drunk, abusive 42 year old man who is jealous and calls you a whore.
No thanks...I don't feel obligated to 'support your decision' even though I am your 'best friend' and you 'really love me' and 'think we have freat sex.'
Just because I paid your rent so that you didn't 'have to' move back in with him when he was holding you for ransom doesn't mean that I have to 'support your decision.'
Just because I took you out and spent time with you every day for the last month while you were lying to me about him doesn't mean I have to 'support your decision.'
Fuck off with your crocodile tears. Fuck off with your accusations of me being a 'non-friend.' Fuck off with your 'oh you make me so horny and I can't keep my body off you' tricks.
Fuck off with your 'lipstick lesbian' tendencies. Fuck off with your assumption that I am bisexual.
You miscalculated this time. You can't break my heart twice. You see, I don't want you any more.
I was just your friend this time. You can't hurt me.
In fact, your 'man' should thank me for saving him $1000 in rent money.
What are you going to do now that ALL of your friends are gone? You have NO bridges left to burn. That, plus your new prescription (hello weight gain and loss of libido), plus your new job that you are not qualified for, plus your drunk abusive sugar daddy puts you right back where you were when you called me up crying.
Who was there? Me.
Who helped you? Me.
Did I ask for ANYTHING from you? No.
I don't NEED you...You need me.
Until you DON'T need me...until you can be a WOMAN, I don't need the ride on the drama llama.