save it, just keep it off my wave
for jeff's birthday, i went out partying with him and his friends. i spent $100, buying him drinks and shots the entire night, not to mention weed before we went to the club. apparently he bitched up a storm to his friends saying that i ONLY spent $100 and didn't even take him out to dinner.
how easily he forgets all the times we went to dennys, and mongolian barbeque, and all kinds of restaurants. every time we get mcdonalds or snacks from the party store, i buy EVERYTHING. and i ALWAYS pay for dinner, sometimes the bill is $20 and sometimes it's $50. it adds up fast. i give him money for bridge toll half the time. i let him smoke all my cigarettes and pot, i have even given him gas money when he was so broke that he couldn't drive anywhere. he wanted me to come hang out with him, then he said he had only $30 to last him until friday and assumed that i would be paying for whatever we did. and we can't just sit around and chill because we have no place to go. at his parents house, we will get in trouble just for cuddling on his bed and watching a movie. his mom can't even leave the room for 5 minutes. there's no smoking of any kind. it sucks. so he expects to spend a day with me driving around, going out to dinner and movies and buying pot and smoking it. and of course i am the moneybags. why does he only have $30 to last him until friday when his paychecks are usually $400 or so? i will tell you why, because he can smoke $40 worth of weed in one fucking day. you don't have to smoke a shitload of weed to get high. if you space your sessions apart, you will get high because you're not building up a tolerance. if you don't use moderation you are wasting weed. and if you are honestly that broke, you shouldn't even be buying weed. fucking priorities.
jeff has the nerve to bitch about me ONLY spending $100 on his birthday... if you understood the meaning of a dollar you would realize that $100 is a lot to spend in one night, and i would have rather went on a shopping spree and had something to show for my money, instead of seeing jeff hungover. that makes me so mad. i was buying him shots and he was tipping the bartender like $8 and spilled an entire drink all over me. it was money wasted, on someone who isn't even GRATEFUL.
how dare you bitch about how much money i spent on you. i took a SATURDAY NIGHT off of work, passing up the opportunity to make $300-$400 when i could really use the money, and went out with your stupid friends. you ran around the club all night talking to everyone but me, making a scene, trying to get into fights, and i barely even saw you or got to dance with you. i just stood around like a fucking ATM machine and was your designated driver. IT SUCKED. but i wanted to be there for your birthday and do something nice for you. i guess it's NOT the thought that counts...
if $100 isn't enough money to spend on someone's birthday... how much are you planning on spending on mine? $300? you don't even have that much... so maybe i should just bitch about you too.
our relationship would not exist if i wasn't so open with my wallet. i pay for everything and i'm sick of it. you are a full grown man... you are 3 years older than me... don't you ever feel a little pathetic letting a girl spend so much fucking money on you? you think money doesn't matter to me because i make so much for a living. well... the more money you have, the more you'll spend... so you won't really be any further ahead than before. live like a poor person and you'll get rich. to understand this, you first have to GROW UP.
it's like you are determined to make me as broke as you. you don't want me to strip anymore, yet you don't mind spending my money and think that $100 is a drop in the bucket for me. i spent 3 entire days with you, and then you bitched and told me to not go to work (even though i was on schedule) and hang out with you for 4 days instead. yeah.... i think i'll just give up $300 and piss the club off, no big deal! nothing is ever fucking good enough. you are like a bitchy little woman who needs to be spoiled. news flash: YOU'RE THE MAN.
and i know you're going to be sooooo hurt if you read this. you will cry to your friends and say i'm a mean person. i am NOT a mean person, i just know how to put my foot down, like your mother should have done. i absolutely hate having to get mad at you (or anyone), but when you bitch like an ungrateful brat, that is IT. if you think i'm such an insensitive and cruel bitch, then find someone else... guarantee the girl won't be too impressed with your broke ass and definitely won't go out of her way for you as much as i have. you don't know what you have until its gone. i consider you a best friend and that is why i spend money on you and go out of my way to see you, because i don't do that with anybody else. but you take me for granted, so this is your fault. do not play the victim... i am the victim of your selfishness and shit-talking. i wish i could somehow take that $100 back that i spent on you and do nothing for your birthday. you would bitch either way.
jordan still hasn't given me a cent for damages to my truck or for that $100 that i let him borrow to pay his rent (or whatever the story was). screwed over again by some little 20 year old loser.
when are men going to start acting like men? honestly... this is why i don't date anymore. i have never once had the experience of dating a guy who paid for MY dinner every time, and had goals in life and a fucking place to live. i never really had a guy who would drive to my house, pick me up with his car, and take me out (and not ask for gas money!). i am always the man in the relationship. it's pathetic. things should at least be equal.
i vow to never support a brokeass bitch again.