my god, liz. i really wish we got together at some point. i tried to say more here, share my half of the same story told twice, but it just sounded so humorously lame in writing.
i almost can't write about this crap anymore- yet i feel like i should, for some reason.
a few years ago i probably would have painstakingly written down every detail of the conversation- every insult he hurled at me, every injustice that was committed, the pitiful and ineffective way i tried to fight back. i used to think that it was so important- that there was some truth to it all- that if i just figured it out, things like this would stop happening.
but now i realize that hes just a crazy, bitter, miserable shell of a man who doesn't have the capacity for empathy or understanding. thats it. it doesn't make sense, it isn't fair, and it isn't going to change, ever.
but yeah- it fucked me up. ha.
and i would really like to hear any stories of yours, anytime you feel like sharing.
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i almost can't write about this crap anymore- yet i feel like i should, for some reason.
a few years ago i probably would have painstakingly written down every detail of the conversation- every insult he hurled at me, every injustice that was committed, the pitiful and ineffective way i tried to fight back. i used to think that it was so important- that there was some truth to it all- that if i just figured it out, things like this would stop happening.
but now i realize that hes just a crazy, bitter, miserable shell of a man who doesn't have the capacity for empathy or understanding. thats it. it doesn't make sense, it isn't fair, and it isn't going to change, ever.
but yeah- it fucked me up. ha.
and i would really like to hear any stories of yours, anytime you feel like sharing.
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