Hate's not a strong enough word.
SO...How's your night?
Me?
Leslie has some of my books, she says she's going to drop them by my apartment last night. She doesn't do it. She says she'll bring them by tonight. Do I have them? No!
Why? First time I call her to ask about it, her older brother answers the phone. He threatens to shoot me in the face if I call the cops on her family again (which I had every fucking right to report her little brother as the most
likely suspect in the theft of my laptop) and tells me he wanted to kill me for "threatening to take her cat and burning down the apartment", (all of which were misunderstandings that we sorted out over a FUCKING MONTH AGO) and tries to scare me and bully me. He says he'll have her call me back when she's not "busy."
I laugh about it, play some WoW, and kick back with a beer.
It gets to be 2:30am, I call again. This time, Michael answers the phone, stoned, implies that she's sucking cock. I hang up, because I shouldn't have to FUCKING DEAL WITH THAT SHIT! He actually calls me back. I try and get a straight conversation out of him and try and get him to let me talk to Leslie for 5 minutes. He won't LET me. He tries to tell me that I have no right to talk to her, even as a fucking friend, even as a fucking person trying to get his shit.
He tells me to go get it myself, from an apartment where her drugged out, wife-beating, child-molesting (he forced himself on her when she was six, according to her, yet she still lets him live) emotionally disturbed older fucking brother is.
I've tried being as civil as possible lately. I put up with her cheap attempts to make me jealous (or maybe it was her way of trying to give me a cold shoulder, but most I've talked to about it interpret it as the former). I try to be friendly, though I was admittedly honest last night with her about things, but I was never hostile.
Her? She let her brother or bf or whoever post on my livejournal (which I had the balls to keep public unlike her myspace page), she let her older brother threaten my life for stuff I had full legal right to do (and his threats are considered assault, bitch!), and she let her dumb stoner boyfriend answer the fucking phone.
...I let her get away with choking me as punishment for cheating on her...she said she felt guilty for drooling over other guys, I opened up the relationship a bit...she said she was passed out when a certain someone tried to fuck her, I spat black magick after black magick at him to the point I couldn't stand up enough to close the circle...she said she trusted her little brother, I let him stay at our apartment for far too long against my better judgment...I fucking asked her to marry me because I wanted to spend my whole fucking life with her...I would ask her 20 times if things were okay when they obviously weren't and accept her silence...I would do my best to comfort her when her cramps had her doubled over on the fucking floor...I let her talk me into finally getting my tattoo done and my nipples pierced (things that while I appreciate, I'm still mad that I did it for her) and to try smoking pot.
THIS IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN? TREATED LIKE THIS?!
SHE IS A FUCKING CHEAP CUNT! SHE IS ONLY GOOD FOR FUCKING! I HOPE SHE FUCKING DIES! I HOPE HER CUNT FUCKING ROTS! I HOPE THE GODS FUCKING CURSE HER SOUL! I HOPE SHE'S RAPED AND BEATEN!
Odds are, she's too much of an arrogant cunt to apologize or she'll be so pissed at things I've said here/on my LJ as to not feel sympathy for what I had to deal with. (she's not big with the sympathy, it requires actual caring)
Well actually, odds are that everything that happened tonight, she permitted to happen. In which case...
SO...How's your night?
Me?
Leslie has some of my books, she says she's going to drop them by my apartment last night. She doesn't do it. She says she'll bring them by tonight. Do I have them? No!
Why? First time I call her to ask about it, her older brother answers the phone. He threatens to shoot me in the face if I call the cops on her family again (which I had every fucking right to report her little brother as the most
likely suspect in the theft of my laptop) and tells me he wanted to kill me for "threatening to take her cat and burning down the apartment", (all of which were misunderstandings that we sorted out over a FUCKING MONTH AGO) and tries to scare me and bully me. He says he'll have her call me back when she's not "busy."
I laugh about it, play some WoW, and kick back with a beer.
It gets to be 2:30am, I call again. This time, Michael answers the phone, stoned, implies that she's sucking cock. I hang up, because I shouldn't have to FUCKING DEAL WITH THAT SHIT! He actually calls me back. I try and get a straight conversation out of him and try and get him to let me talk to Leslie for 5 minutes. He won't LET me. He tries to tell me that I have no right to talk to her, even as a fucking friend, even as a fucking person trying to get his shit.
He tells me to go get it myself, from an apartment where her drugged out, wife-beating, child-molesting (he forced himself on her when she was six, according to her, yet she still lets him live) emotionally disturbed older fucking brother is.
I've tried being as civil as possible lately. I put up with her cheap attempts to make me jealous (or maybe it was her way of trying to give me a cold shoulder, but most I've talked to about it interpret it as the former). I try to be friendly, though I was admittedly honest last night with her about things, but I was never hostile.
Her? She let her brother or bf or whoever post on my livejournal (which I had the balls to keep public unlike her myspace page), she let her older brother threaten my life for stuff I had full legal right to do (and his threats are considered assault, bitch!), and she let her dumb stoner boyfriend answer the fucking phone.
...I let her get away with choking me as punishment for cheating on her...she said she felt guilty for drooling over other guys, I opened up the relationship a bit...she said she was passed out when a certain someone tried to fuck her, I spat black magick after black magick at him to the point I couldn't stand up enough to close the circle...she said she trusted her little brother, I let him stay at our apartment for far too long against my better judgment...I fucking asked her to marry me because I wanted to spend my whole fucking life with her...I would ask her 20 times if things were okay when they obviously weren't and accept her silence...I would do my best to comfort her when her cramps had her doubled over on the fucking floor...I let her talk me into finally getting my tattoo done and my nipples pierced (things that while I appreciate, I'm still mad that I did it for her) and to try smoking pot.
THIS IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN? TREATED LIKE THIS?!
SHE IS A FUCKING CHEAP CUNT! SHE IS ONLY GOOD FOR FUCKING! I HOPE SHE FUCKING DIES! I HOPE HER CUNT FUCKING ROTS! I HOPE THE GODS FUCKING CURSE HER SOUL! I HOPE SHE'S RAPED AND BEATEN!
Odds are, she's too much of an arrogant cunt to apologize or she'll be so pissed at things I've said here/on my LJ as to not feel sympathy for what I had to deal with. (she's not big with the sympathy, it requires actual caring)
Well actually, odds are that everything that happened tonight, she permitted to happen. In which case...