I am so fucking pissed off right now that this may not be coherent so bear with me…
As you may have read in the Secret Crushes thread, Or my I Love My Friends But… thread- I’m very entranced by a Doper who shall go unnamed for now.
At first my friends were giving me grief about it since I had met a man online before,things didn’t work and I was briefly upset. So I explained to them that
a) I wasn’t expecting their approval.just their support.
b) This time it’s different. Me and this Doper have so much in common it’s scary. I can and do talk to him for hours.
c) He makes me happy. When I hear his voice on the phone I melt. He puts up with all my insecurities and my issues. A lesser man would have run away screaming by now.
So I thought things were resolved-until today.
I’m on the phone with my friend M and I mention I had talked to him before. She says " Jesus Christ. Like I care." So I ask her what’s her problem and she goes apeshit about how I’m a fucking moron,didn’t I learn my lesson the first time and if she hears his name one more time… I tried to explain things and she just kept screaming. So I said “You know what-maybe the fact he makes me happy eats at you because you’re not fucking happy. Maybe you enjoy wallowing in misery but I don’t. Maybe when me and him meet f2f and you see how he makes me feel you’ll wake up.” So she shot back with…
“If you meet him I’m NEVER going to speak to you again and neither are any of us”-meaning our mutual friends.That’s when I hung up.
Fuck you M. Fuck you with a chainsaw dipped in glue and fiberglass. First off,your threat about taking away my friends is as empty as your head. They have been ny friends for at least two fucking years and news flash-they support me and like to see me happy. You, on the other hand, have only been for a year.
I’m sorry you have such a miserable fucking marriage that the idea of seeing someone happy eats at you like acid. Maybe if you hadn’t trapped him by getting pregnant and then not allowing him to see his son until he married you, he wouldn’t spend all his time at home drunk and looking at porn-well when he’s not hitting on all, and I mean all, of your female friends. That party New Year’s when he passed out? He didn’t pass out,fuckwaffle,I hit him. I went to get my lighter and he pushed me down on your bed and started kissing me. So I reached down,yanked his balls as hard as I could and kneed him in the stomach.
I’ve supported you through all your bullshit,listened to your pot induced ramblings and even helped you clean that petri dish you call an apartment-the day I found dried shit on the floor on your son’s bedroom-his, the dog’s,who knows?-and I didn’t call family services…though I should have. And then called animal cruelty-if you’re going to own a dog fucking take care of it,douchebag. The dog shouldn’t have to forage through the trash for food.
Maybe when I meet him IRL the chemistry won’t be there. We’ve talked about that and we both doubt it. But for now he’s making he happy. If you can’t deal with that you can’t deal with me. You go your way and I’ll go mine. I’ll be giddy as a teenager and you’ll be the same slobby, miserable cunt you’ve always been-good thing the blinders came off my eyes.
In closing, fuck you. You’re a festering boil of a person. I’d rather get an enema of drano and ground glass then speak to you again.