Mad as a hatter. And not in the crazy way, in the fucking angry way.
Goddamn D. Don't fucking condescend to me. Clearly not interested in living together, which is good to know but makes me want to know why.
How much does this buzzard even like me? Maybe if it ends it will be like all his other relationships that was over when it ended and he didn't think about it afterward. Maybe I'll just be another dust mote cast off by the moving pages of his book.
Am I just convenient to him? When I'm no longer convenient I'll get the heave-ho?
On the plus side he clearly doesn't notice or care about my weight problem.
Is this all in my head? My reactions to the male species with whom I am closely tied are hard to leash. Like Tilly on steroids, age 2.
No comments:
Post a Comment