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 time of need. How did that feel when you were down and out, and she was lying, cheating, and gaslighting you?
Remember when you were in your car in that parking lot in Cincinnati, and she told you she was sleeping in the same bed as her husband, but they kept their clothes on? Remember that, you clueless fuck? Oh, boo fucking who. I now, you had snot bubbles in all from the anxiety this brought on.
How did that make you feel?
Oh, wait.
“Stop it!”
Stop what?
Telling you the truth? What’s wrong with the truth? It’s obvious you need to fucking hear it, but at this point, I have no hope for you anymore. You really are a clueless fuck that keeps signing up for the abuse. You know who she is.
She showed you who she is. I know she talks a good game, but it’s all talk. She never walks the walk. But…
