I Think it's Way Too Late

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Good Lord.

Seriously, do they know? I felt up, I felt just a little bit positive. That maybe I'm ok, maybe I'm not a total worthless POS.

Then I hear some texts on the phone. I thought it was my buddy who usually texts me about the motorcycle races yesterday.

No.

It was "the assistant". The last communication I had with her was 2/19, when I was harassed about changing her password, which I did - and received nothing in the way of "ok" or "thanks" or even "FU".

(my last message said "changed email password", "tested, works ok!" then 3 hours later "ok, life or death, do it now, I need it. So I spend half an hour with "X" change your password like you wanted then radio silence again. So, maybe you're doing something or with your Dad. After plunking down $700 to pay "W" phone bill, I think I can say I'm done here. I'm sure you'll get everything working. Good luck!"

Now I get 10 days later:
"Going through all your texts you sure do Whine a lot for a man!"
"But then again you are not a man!"

Ugh.
I think I was within my rights to say it's pretty crappy to bend over backwards without so much as a grunt.

I guess I can feel for Tim who has an insane MIL who posts taunts online.

I almost answered this with "U mad bro?" but I'm not even going to justify it. her texts speak for themselves. I wish I had kept all the voice mails.

You just know the hate is rubbing off of my W onto her.

There's no chance at all. Not now, not in 5 years.