It's always something...

[dusti_phoenix]

Sixteen years. Five of friendship and damn nearly eleven building a relationship. Then a family and a house and a shared identity. All to pot now, I suppose. Somewhere along the line, we cracked. She knew I was insecure from a childhood of rampant critiques and screaming rage fits about how I wasn’t worth spit, then a torrid teenagerhood in the

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[xcha0sint0art]

In all honestly, I think it's so fucking selfish to pull that "I want the person I fell in love with back" bullshit. That doesn't happen. Ever. People change over time as they grow into different stages of their lives. That doesn't mean you stop loving someone

[dusti_phoenix]

Unfortunately, I already threw that cop-out scapegoat bullshit at her. And we have been trying to talk, as we can, when we're both calm enough. So she admitted that she's being selfish.

And I hate it. So much. She told me that she was gonna do a lot of shit I hate, and I told her that I was going to say and write a whole shit load more stuff she hates, so whatever. We went to find her a bathing suit today for this fucking event she's going to, and I kept picking up granny outfits. Told her if it was up to me, her cover up - once she did find a suit - would be a black poncho. I remind her every fucking day that whenever she gets pissed off at me for smelling like cigarettes that if I can't tell Douchebag Sausagemunchersen where to stick it and punch him in his smug asshole face when he gives her the once over, then she has no right to be pissed when I smoke.

But thank you so much dear. I'll probably post more tomorrow. I ranted a bit the other day, but I can feel another coming. ♥