I can’t believe I let it happen! You were soooo much in love with me! Yeah, fuck you! I moved you into my house when you had NOTHING, and after sitting on your ass and moaning and bitching for nine months, you were forced to find a job. Well, now that you’ve got that fat paycheck coming in, you’ve decided you need to “find yourself”, so you’ve moved out and left me with nothing but debt to my bank and credit union. You created most of that debt. Yes, I allowed it to happen, and it’s I who will spend the next several YEARS paying for my stupidity.
You just couldn’t take it anymore, could you?
After all, I have cancer, and I couldn’t quite be the lover you imagined. Your drunken tirades against me in the midst of my illness pretty much killed any desire I might have felt for you, anyway. It didn’t help things a few weeks ago when I came home from band practice and found you passed out in the flower bed in my front yard. I should have left you there, and I can’t believe I didn’t.
No amount of the highest quality profanity could even begin to express how I feel about you.
That sucks. Fuck em. Sounds like you may be better off, even if that is hard to accept. A drunken moocher who tends towards nine month stretches of unemployment is not the best type of person to make a life with.
Best of luck to you in your love life and with your illness. I’ll keep you in my thoughts (which is the agnostics version of praying). I hope things turn around for you.
DaLovin’ Dj
Good luck, Godfrey. Sounds like this person was not your soulmate, and it’s best you find out now rather than later.
Change your phone number, and if you want, sue them for what they owe you.
Concentrate on getting better.