y'know what. i think i'm a lot nicer than people think. or perhaps just a coward.
but when you enter into a relationship with someone, there are certain aspects that need to be agreed upon, and certain things that need to be understood.
one of the former is how you are going to treat the relationship going forward--is this a fling, is this short term, is this long term, is this forever? are we done now? can we love each other until we die?
one of the latter is, you do not take a relationship and then shit on the person you supposedly love to other people. and if an aspect of the relationship changes, then perhaps you should talk about it, at length until both parties understand.
what you do not do, is plan someone's life down to the smallest detail, become a person they rely on with the understanding that you love them, and will love them forever. and then rip the fucking rug out from underneath them, because *you* have so much regret and frustration and anger, but they do not know you have it, because you refuse to talk about it. you do not move them across the country and say "we love you and support you and we will help with things until you are ready and willing and able to help us back, because we love you", then through that back in their face. "we *saved* you from that roach infested house" fuck off. the house wasn't roach infested before certain parties moved into the fucking place. sorry, small detail, not exactly something for the big picture.
you do not say "we're taking the training wheels off" like you're some big authority figure. that's not how you treat a partner--that's how you treat a *child*.
they fucking referred to you all as their wives for fucking *years*. but to you they've always been a god damn *roommate* haven't they? was there actually any love there? or did you get up on your high horse because they were in such a bad living situation, that you got off on "saving" them? or did you *need* a roof over your head so badly, that you took advantage of someone so love-starved, and willing to do whatever you say as long as you showed them a fucking lick of attention?
fuck off calling *them* the fucking problem. i understand they're difficult to live with, but you knew what you were getting into--they laid out for you as black and white as they could when you all decided to do this *fucking years ago*!
fuck off with that nonsense. i hope you all reap the rewards of the seeds you've sown.
*edit: i don't think i ever used that first statement to connect to the rest of it... but i *want* to do angry things and i'm not doing them

























