Now, I’ll be the first to admit, I have been a sucker for love in every way, shape, and form that you can possibly imagine. It’s a fault of mine. I love too hard.
That is one of the leading causes that the consensus seems to be I’m “too much”.
However, if you really think about it, I’m not any different now than two weeks ago. I’ve not changed. I’m just clicking right along, trying to not cause international incidents, but that’s why we have Rachel, and just basically in my lane.
Now, look the fuck here. It’s one of these motherfuckers. All in my lane. All in my face. All trying to get inside of my personal space.
I’m not out here like Inspector Gadget, stretching my arm to freakish lengths to tap these assholes on their shoulders. I am not seeking this shit out.
Why won’t you Fuckboys leave me alone?!?
I’m not going to sit here and say that all Fuckboys turn and run when they realize that it’s no longer just bammin and jammin. That there is some sort of emotional attachment being aimed at them. Y’all already know that, because it was part of the material on the last quiz. Y’all have done aced all of that.
What I will say is that Fuckboy 5.0 taught me just how slick these upgraded Fuckboys are, and how I don’t just run the Fuckboy Sink or Swim test on all these dudes now is beyond me. They should all be done like witches in Salem. Burlap sack’em and rack’em, baby.
I have my own issues with mental illness. We’ve covered this. I was bipolar before it was bipolar. I was manic depressive. Still am. But I manage because I manage my lifestyle in such a way not to exacerbate my mental health hiccups, because I know what happens when I do.
I would never be unsympathetic to a mental issue, as y’all are aware. But can I tell you that there wasn’t an iota of a sign, not to me. But, I’ll be the first to admit, when I looked at him, all I could see was perfect. All I could see was my future.
I was hanging out in them fucking blinders, baby.
I don’t think I’ll ever know for sure how a paranoid episode turned into him focusing so much ill will and awful words around our relationship. I do know that I watched his brother interact with him acting like that, and there sure wasn’t any shocked Pikachu face happening.
It’s neither here nor there. It’s over. It’s done hit them bricks. Meat on the seat, or them feet to the street, however you wanna do it.
I assure you, this shit won’t happen again. I need my team to agree right now to have me civilly committed if I ever say that I am in another relationship. I clearly can’t make this type of decision and I need my rights revoked, as though I’m Grandaddy with the cataracts and the Cadillacs.
I’m starting to get to the anger now. Thank you, Baby Jesus on the Cross.
I hope it’s the kind of angry where I speak through clenched teeth. I hope it never eases up. Angry doesn’t do the ignorant shit that the dumb ass bitch in her feelings does.
It seems as though someone needs to get their damned camera ready….Bitch, I’m back.
How many times do I have to remind you - NO CAMERAS! We can always maintain plausible deniability if there are just ‘Joe/Jane Lunchbucket’ eyewitnesses but photos/videos are tougher to challenge. My ‘evil twin -separated at birth’ defense can work but keeping a straight face where your exploits are concerned is harder these days ;)
Glad you're back and sorry he was an undisclosed nut. That part sucks. Hard. BTDT and handed it back to Greyhound.