Okay bitch, I’m getting pretty sick and tired of you.
When your ex-boyfriend was a complete prick to you, who was always there for you to chat with online and to be there for you?
My boyfriend (who shall be called Z for the rest of this post).
Who was there when your ex-boyfriend mentally abused you, basically stalked you, called you horrible names, raped you, and then when your ex found you were pregnant, practically ordered you to have an abortion, didn’t give a shit about you or the twins, and when you miscarried was probably jumping for joy because he’s a sick bastard?
Z. Z was there for you.
Who helped you with so many words of encouragement, a shoulder to cry on, made you a nice little gift in Second Life (which I’m sure was quite difficult to do for him), was there for you every step of the way for months of your RL drama/hardships?
Z. Z helped you
Now, when you first wanted to go up to Canada to see your (now current) boyfriend, you told my boy that you were mostly coming up to see him at the time, which made Z thrilled, because he thought of you like a big sister, and was going to put you in the guest bedroom, welcome you with open arms, yay someone to hang out with.
But of course, you’re a stupid cunt, and did something wrong with customs for some reason and were shipped out after one day, which really upset him, but whatever.
And of course, I had to deal with him whining and depressed about it, which upset me that things ended up sucking, because I know he wants someone to hang out with for a while, and it would do him good.
Oh, you finally made it to Canada to see your man! How fun. I’m sure you were immediately fucking like minks upon arrival, but in-between sucking down your boyfriend’s chunky load and having him plow you senseless in your yeast-encrusted cooch, you could have called Z to let him know you arrived, like you promised to do.
Oh no, but you didn’t, you waited about two weeks to even contact him, and with no word when you’d want to come. For someone who was seemingly so eager to meet your friend, you really didn’t do a very good job in making you seem like it.
Now, when you finally DID contact him, oh, you can only come for two days. Doesn’t seem too bad, but Z was expecting longer, since he has no car himself and to show you around Victoria would take a little longer than that, so he was upset, but hey, it’s something IMHO, and thought it wouldn’t be too bad.
And yet you still won’t set a date, and now you told him you’d only spend one day with him.
Bitch, you owe him more than one fucking day, especially since you admitted to being a late riser. You’d get up late, go to the ferry, ride an hour and a half, get there, take the ride into town, spend what, four or five hours with him, spend the night in his home, and then leave the next day?
What the hell kind of visit is that? He won’t have time to show you around or even barely hang out. Especially since you owe him so much for taking care of your ass.
Let’s not forget you’ve been there for weeks already, and will be in Canada for another two weeks as of this post, would it kill you to spend a few days with him? Bring your man with you, I doubt you’d be coming over alone anyway.
All my boyfriend wants is to meet the woman he felt was a big sister to him and show her around all the sights, but you now treat him like an afterthought.
Fuck, afterthoughts get better treatment. You treat him like a shit-soaked doormat now, and for all he’s done. You should be ashamed. You ignore him when he tries to contact you, you won’t even work out a date to visit. If this is a game, it’s a game you’d best stop playing you goddamn fucking whore, because I’m getting sick of it. I have to deal with Z being depressed, I have to deal with him upset, and not only all this, but I just hate seeing him sad period.
Though now he’s probably crying, and he never cries. You made my man cry, and you cunt, that is something not acceptable.
Now he’s basically saying fuck it, and I’m adding this to all the other shitty fucking things you’ve done to him. Oh yes, I remember when you chewed him out and told him to fuck off when he was just talking casually to you, as if some tourette’s syndrome leech shot up your ass that day and you just had to do it. That really hurt him, too, but that’s just something that sticks in my mind even though you two worked it out IIRC.
And if you think you’re visiting when I fly up there next week for my visit with my man for 10 days, think again cunt, because this kama’aina fag has got no qualms with slapping you so hard across the face by this point for all the bullshit you’ve caused that your head spins seventy-fucking-twenty and the shockwave is felt 'round the world.
So by now, I have either two thoughts on you: (A) this is a thinly-veiled hinting that for some reason you hate my boyfriend, for what reason I have no idea since he treats you like the best friend he has, or (B) you really are a dumb bitch who has no idea what she’s doing and doesn’t comprehend shit that is needed to prepare for your arrival by a friend.
And if you hate him, why get his hopes so far up only to treat him like shit, now? Do you loathe him so much as to play with his emotions?
Either way, I wish customs had sent you back again, at least it would mean my boyfriend’s feelings wouldn’t be hurt, and he wouldn’t be crying the way he is for all this.
