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Fuck you, Adam. was written at 09 Jul 07 - 00:58 |
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Fuck you, Adam. was written at 09 Jul 07 - 00:58 |
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I listened to Adam tell me how it stresses him out to talk about certain things. I then, let certain things alone. A few minutes later he asks me why I'm being withdrawn. I tell him "It's because you don't want me to talk about certain things" He asks what said certain things are. I tell him. He then denies ever saying things I heard clear as day, the exact things we are having an arguement about, and I get it all spit back in my face for repeating what he said to me. Ohh totally awesome update: He just asked me why I was so mad at him. I told him why. He told me it was bullshit. I say "Ok well what do you think is bullshit?" And he said the fact that I am lying to him. I ask him "what am I lying about?" again, no response. All I get is visceral and incoherent arguements. I'm really unbelievably, god-damn sick of him throwing this drunken crap at me. I genuinely feel like I'm dealing with an emotional child that has been denied access to the Toys 'R' Us, because they were screaming in my ear, and now I'm the bad guy for not acknowledging the screaming as reasonable evidence for spending a lot of money on a whiny ass. I feel like I love him. Tonight I feel like I could live the rest of my life without this shit. 02:30 09 Jul. Wow. Well, Adam read the above. This is sure fun to anyone else out there, because, get this, he's mad. Yeah. I know. WOW, can't believe it, can you?! Yeah, me either. I went up stairs, diplomatically and receptively. "shot down" instantly and invalidly, belligerent and naively. Little V has to accept this behavior because otherwise, little V is fucking homeless. Thank lack of planing in a capialisit society, and a stupd woman trusting in a man who doesn't want her to have a job in a capitalist society --- UNTIL HE FUCKS HER OVER. Oh the stipulations of any binding contract. *backhand to forehead* UGH. It's the double standard that flat-out kills me. Mind you, throughout this argument, it's all, un-debateibly my fault. Lol, Never question. No shit, no it's always me. Thanks for caring. He even took the lightbulb out of the bathroom I have to use to brush my teeth in. This means I either brush my teeth, now, in a room with no light (to the delight of himself because its within ear-shot), or I go downstairs and don't have the mirror to guarantee I get my back left molars. I guess in the long-run he controlls everything anyway, and this is hos way of securing that. So I will take my decreased tooth defense and play the guenepig, since i odvously missed the feminist era, by a decade or two. I still love you guys
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