So it’s been 13 years that I have been your doormat. I’ve listened to you crying, showed up with flowers and icecream when you’ve had a shitty day. Was with you through you endless amounts of fucked up relationships, and situations.I’ve dealt with it all with you and for you. But where have you been for me? You have a one track mind that allows you to only focus on one thing at a time-mostly yourself. As I get older I’ve quickly discovered just what you are; a user, a selfish pig headed bitch who can only think of ways to make yourself happy. I’m going through a real difficult time right now and was hoping I could confide in you…after all you are aware of what’s happening, but you are no where to be found, you haven’t talked to me in over a month.So to make this short and sweet…Im through with being your listening ear,putting up with your emotional, childish bullshit, your gossiping, and on and on the list goes…fuck you!
—washed my hands of you…bitch
This article appears in Oct 8-14, 2009.
It took you 13 years to figure this out?
13 years? What are you, a martyr or something? I would have told that cunt to piss off after about a month of her selfish whining.
So when are you going to tell your “friend” all this?