On the other hand, that one guy I thought I was really going to like? Mr. Lacy Fuck-me Pants? Has turned out to be the most manipulative game-playing son of a bitch I've yet encountered. To then be told that I'M at fault is just icing on the cake.
I would like to tell Mr. Asshole Hypocrisy exactly why I hate him, but I feel like that would make it easy for him to tell everybody that I'm the crazy one. And the fucked-up thing is, I have actually asked myself AM I THE CRAZY ONE.
So. To recap: He treats me like shit, insists that I am inducing drama by accusing him of treating me like shit, blames me for making him treat me like shit, and also, I'm the one who is mentally unstable.
WHAT IS THIS DOMESTIC ABUSE BULLSHIT, AND WHY AM I ACCEPTING IT.
No more. NO. MORE.
I'm out.
But first:
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