Doesn’t matter. You do not write to me and tell me to fucking shut the fuck up and fuck you.
You just don’t especially from someone I trusted with some things I’ve never told anyone else.
You do not treat me like that, and when I told him my account had been deleted. Apparently he thought it was a publicity stunt, wtf?
First off. What good would that do. I lost every single follower in that. Gone poof. How would that gain me anything, if I wanted to delete posts, I could delete those posts. Not the whole damn blog.
I gave him so many chances. Forgave him every time he fucked up. The one time I fuck up, and (I kinda got a little jealous he was spending all his time with his boyfriend) I fucked up and acted a little juvenal. He called me out, but he didn’t stop there.
He starts treating me like I’m a stupid baby, I can’t understand his big words…
Then one day, we get into yet another fight. And he just up and tells me to go fuck myself.
I tell him please not to leave. But he says no. And I stop.
I’ve told him the same thing a couple of times. When I couldn’t handle it anymore, and he begged pleaded, threatened to kill himself, cried. Until I said I would stay.
Turns out I’m more of a man than him.
I asked once, for him not to leave.
Now I hold nothing but anger and contempt for him.
If he does come back. Asking for my forgiveness. I will never forgive him for what he’s done.
And for me to say this, is a stretch. I do not hold grudges.