The entire story is that after I gave you a few ultimatums, I gave you a final ultimatum of "------" or divorce, and you said divorce. You gave yourself 2 hours or less to think about it. So I said fuck it. I can't do this anymore. I couldn't just let you use me like a door mat like you had done every other time I gave you an ultimatum and you said you wouldn't make a choice. In the words of Rush: If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
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I wasn't mad or confrontational about anything until December, after months of neglecting me and not even treating me like a friend, you refused to do fun things with me again after the girl with cancer moved out. Then I got pissed and I wasn't putting up with you putting your crush in what was supposed to be my place anymore. I was supposed to be your friend, your default, your side kick, your favorite, and the one you spent the most time with and instead it was her- she was all of those fucking things. Once Jen was gone you were out of excuses and you still chose her over me several times and THAT was when I got pissed. We'd argue about you not spending time with me and spending time with her (We literally did this on NYE) and you left to go see her????!!!!! WTF is that?????? It was like you were sabotaging us on purpose.
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