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Are You Done Being a Doormat, You Dumb Fuck?
Listen to me when I talk to you!
Yea, you! Look at me when I talk to you! Don’t put your head down. Make eye contact with the little boy in the mirror! You see him? It’s painful to look at, isn’t it? You worthless piece of shit! Look how you let people treat you! Better yet, look at how you treat yourself!
Why would anyone treat you any different? Do you see this?
Oh, wait, you love her and feel sorry for her? But do you? What do you love about someone living with another man at this very moment telling you to have patience and wait again? Feels like shit, doesn’t it? Why do you keep doing this to yourself?
What is it?
You’re 47, and your life is a god damn mess. You are chasing someone that has no desire to change. She lies to you and herself daily. She has already told you she will not quit drinking. So, how the fuck do you expect her to get a proper diagnosis while she is drinking? Why would lying to a therapist be any different? Fuck dude! You know she’s not going to therapy!
You need fucking therapy dude! You can’t do this alone!
She’s 46 years old, and this is what she knows. Has she ever been there for you in a time of need? I mean, really a…
