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Bye-bye Now. Take Care. |
02.15.07 |
Well, the groundwork has been laid, again.
"SBD, do you love me?"
"No."
"Why did you not talk to me about this before?"
"Because we always talk about this, and it doesn't ever change and it doesn't ever help. It's just a bunch of crap, insipid (only he doesn't know that big word there) penny philosophizing that bores me beyond any words."
"Oh, so it's all been a lie?"
"No. I've just been trying not to rock the boat."
"So what you're telling me is you lied?"
"Whatever, dude. You don't meet my needs. I apparently don't meet yours either. I have 30-40 years left in this world, and I want a chance to experience more."
"Well, do me a favor. Think about it today so we can talk tonight."
"Dude. You don't get it. I've been thinking about this for months. I've been telling you this for months. I have made a backup plan. If I have to choose between listening to your constant bitching and working my ass off to do this alone, I choose doing it myself."
"You'll regret that. I love you."
"Whatever. Can we be done now?"
Ad fucking nauseum.
Here's some talking, dude. GET OUT! I don't love you no more. M-Kay? Capische? Make sense, dude?
"Oh, and by the way. I'm taking all my paycheck then. I'm not giving you any money."
Big fucking surprise. Between money and bitching and a little damn peace and hope in my world, I'll take being broke. Thanks.
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