Thursday, October 29, 2009

Bended knees


Here’s the thing Ryan. Just take a step outside yourself for one minute, look at everything that’s happened from my perspective. Honestly ask yourself if you’d be in the same position I am? You say you wouldn’t care but imagine I slept with someone, my ex, then promised you I’d never do it again. Then I repeated it, over and over again. You’d still trust me? Yeah right. You can say that but if I actually did it you’d be pissed as hell, don’t tell me you wouldn’t.
The money thing is this; you’ve been out of work since June. That’s five months to find a job. And I know it is hard, duh, I work in HR I know it is hard. But the thing of the matter is, you KNEW you had to get a job by September 1. If you had to take a job at McDonalds you should have done that instead of sitting at home watching tv week after week lying to both Sarah and I about your last job. That dude, is pathetic and embarassing. I’m actually embarassed for you- how tacky now you’ve been caught in your lies.

I gave you leeway in the getting a job, a whole month. You had plenty of time, but you are lazy and unmotivated and just a general piece of crap when it comes to getting off your ass and having drive or desire. I know that about you, but I still loved you. Not anymore. I can’t. Not when you treat me the way you treated me last night. It’s unacceptable, completely and wholly. You don’t deserve me and frankly I don’t think you ever will deserve me. You have had ample opportunitiy to prove to me you’re worthy, yet you’re still to this day making excuses for your disgusting behavior.

I’m sick of crying and feeling angry and resentful. I’m sick of being mean to you and hurting you because you just don’t get it that I don’t want to be with you. And pushing yourself on a girl who doesn’t want you is as bad as rape Ryan. If I tell you to get out of my bed, out of my room and you defiantly stand back against me and say no, you’re sleeping there? What am I supposed to do short of hitting you in self defense? You just don’t get it. You acted like a complete ass last night and I’m done worrying about it.

I’m sorry if I was harsh with you, but your reaction and definance makes me feel like I need to be that way. The last thing I want to do is kick you while you’re down. But you’re just not getting it through your head that I’m single. Which mean I’m NOT WITH YOU! If you could understand that and really wholly grasp that content I wouldn’t be as sick of you as I am. I am just frustrated and completely over doing this repeated game you seem to keep playing with me. Call repeatedly when Laura doesn’t answer, because 'hmmm…she’s going to sleep, or trying to go to sleep. She doesn’t answer so I’ll just keep calling, keep being as annoying as I can possibly be, that’ll totally make her want to take me back. Then I”ll go into her room, unlock her locked door which she obviously locked to keep me out, who cares, she’ll want me back after that awesome behavior right?'

If those are the thoughts that are going through your head you have to be somewhat mentally deficient. Honestly, it is ridiculous and everytime it happens you promise, 'never again, I’m just so sad, I’m so lost without you' blablabla. I DON”T CARE! Respect me, respect my space, or get out.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Realization


No longer will I define myself to be the one you love. Your selfish neglect will further my distance. Is that what you want? Truly really deeply down I thought you could have been the one.Is that my naivete or your smooth will to want it all?I failed myself for falling. You failed me too for posing.Who am I to still listen for your call. I wait with all my heart. All that is left anyway. With every word I type I shrink and grow smaller. As if your response would save me now. Its long gone and has been for quite some time. Perhaps my eyes are finally open. Open to your small man status. If you are as weak only in my eyes, why does my heart not see? Was there anything I could have done? Id rewrite our history if I could. Even start over to risk just one more chance. The pain has been unbearable. Inconsolable I seem. Empathy must not be your strong suit. If only youd fit your feet in mine. Our fingers used to do it well. What possible satisfaction could I gain in your misery? Knowing you miss me would be a nice first step. Returning my calls to talk to me, not my friends. I want to wish you happiness, I want to wish you health. All I can wonder is if Ill ever get over you.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Woe is me...

How many times can one person make the same mistake before you stop believing in them? This question seems to be at the forefront of all my thoughts recently. Ryan's been back from rehab for two months. Enough time for me to realize all his empty promises are just that- empty. Why then has he moved in with me?
Some may say I'm too nice, always thinking of others and loving them over myself. I think I'm just scared. Scared of being alone, of making my ever still looming mortgage payment, most of all, of letting another man slip through the cracks. I realize 26 is a little young to proclaim yourself an inevitable cat lady, but when you've got the luck with men that I do, 14 seems almost better.
So last night he again dissapointed me. Broke some windows too in the process. I have to start blaming myself, not him, when he continually lets me down. I deserve so much better. Such nice sentiments from such nice friends, but how can I possibly win when their expectations of me are higher than those of myself? I'm just stressed to the max right now and can't get out of the situation I'm in to really analyze what I need to do.
Here's hoping tonight brings more clarity and zero more broken anythings.