i don't know why the fuck i stayed in the bed with him so long. i don't even remember why i fought so hard to be in this place.

i let his sister bitch me out, bully me, and try to jump on me when i finally did get pissed enough to say something back. i let his mother insult my whole fucking life. he can't be man enough to even recognize the horrible shit that i've had to go through just to be with his dumbass when it's the least he can do.

mt family didn't like him for the simple fact that he made me cry. reason enough. they never said any crazy bullshit to his face and i never let them get in the way of me being with him because my happiness is my own.

his grown [and supposedly mature] aister would come over mooching food and occupy his time with stupid shit when it was obvious that me and him were spendint time together. she'd make him take out his bass and play random shit and see how long it would go just to see how much i could take. she'd make up practices and shit that he had to go to when he was with me and she got surprised enough to want to hit me when finally open my mouth. what a dumb bitch who needs to find a life of her own.

his mother called me a fucking disgrace to women because i was a hooters girl. i took the job because her son wouldn't buy me food.. she kicked me out of her house because her daughter is crazy and can't get a life... larry has never been kicked out of my place. no one has tried to touch him.

i can't see myself marrying into that disgustingness. especially when he can't man up and see the shit when it's since hit the fan. i don't deserve it. after all of this shit, i deserve a damned ring on my finger and i don't have any jewelry from him.

relationships are supposed to be fun and this isn't. i'm not getting back into bed and he's not reading this [not from my computer, at least]. there is just way too much shit that needs to be cleaned up and he's too much of a bitch to do it. maybe everybody can be happy now. i'm in AL with oter single people and i deserve to be happy with a real man, i should say. him and his pretentious family with no life can all go smoke hookah, read poetry, do other hippie shit and deem it artistic, and eat unsalted rabbit food all they want without seeing me again.