I swear, I am so angry and hurt right now, I just want to stab him. I want to call him and scream at him that he is the most selfish a**hole I've ever met.
Maybe he IS the most selfish a**hole I've ever met.
I CANNOT take this. I just can't. I'm telling you that I am dying, and right now I want to make him suffer.
Why the f*** is he not suffering? WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM?
How could I waste 11 years of my life with someone that would do this to me?
He called me a few minutes ago. We spoke for exactly 4 minutes and 38 seconds and that 4 minutes and 38 seconds killed me.
I just don't think I can do it. I don't know that I can fight. I just don't know that I care, because this person I'm dealing with is nothing like the man I knew.
I f***ing HATE him right now.
He called to ask if he could stop by this afternoon to get his stuff as he's going into Savannah and cleaning up "his place" today. He knows, of course, that I'm gonna be at work during that time. We ended up agreeing that it would be better if he came this Sunday - my mom is at my house today sitting with my dog, and I have a ton of plans tomorrow. He wanted to come tomorrow afternoon, but I've got a party, etc, and he has something in the morning. He's looking at coming by on Sunday at noon. I told him to call me beforehand. He doesn't think he has all that much to pack up, and I told him that actually there is alot. He totally has forgotten that he's got stuff in drawers, boxes - everywhere.
He was trying to laugh and talk to me like one of his buddies. He gets this fake-a** accent when he's talking to one of his guy friends at work. He KNOWS I hate it.
He mentioned he's going to get furniture today. A living room set, a bedroom set, and a kitchen table. He mentioned that he wants to make one of his rooms into a bar/billiards room. Stupid prick. Look at him, thinking he's such a cool guy. Such a bachelor.
The fool.
And yay for him - he and his slut and his redneck, racist, unethical, cheating-a** coworkers can live it up like the "simple" f***s they are.
I so wanted to ask him where the f*** he's getting the money for this furniture when we haven't finished furnishing our own f***ing house - although wait, I have class and higher standards.
He apologized for rushing me. He said he's just trying to make sure things are taken care of for me and for him. He apologized several times for rushing.
And he ended the call before me, damn it! I couldn't get it in.
I am going to cry. Damn it, I am going to cry at work. I am so angry, I can't see straight.
How could he do this to ME? Has he no conscience, no soul? I am his friend! I have supported him, dammit. I was there when his mother died. I have compromised alot to make us work, and I have still been willing. I am HIS friend. HOW COULD HE?
Stupid, cruel prick. I feel right now like the only thing to do is MAKE HIM PAY.
