You know what I don’t get? How you can spend a day and a half flipping your shit at me for something about which I was NOT in the wrong, and expect me to be completely okay with it almost instantly. I wasn’t going to post about this but I just can’t hold back anymore. I am so angry with you. You don’t even understand how upset I am. I try to be rational and say “Lets fix this.” You continue flipping shit. Then later in the evening you decide that now’s the time to fix it. Not one of the texts I sent you were the first draft. I rewrote every one until it was as mature and well thought out a statement as I could manage. Not this time. This time I’m just writing what I feel and posting.
Your facebook poke was a nice gesture. It acknowledged that maybe I wasn’t ready to talk but you still wanted to fix something. You need to understand that it’s going to take me a bit to calm down. Everything was on track until last night when you sent me the most victimizing and passive aggressive message I’ve ever received. How dare you blame me for your ulcer flaring up. How dare you put that on me. Here’s a thought: maybe it was the day and a half of you yelling at me over a non-issue that set you off. Don’t think that I don’t care. Truly, I’m sorry about your ulcer, but you insinuating that it is my fault crosses a line. That is manipulative and beyond infuriating. Because while I may be something about which you stress, I am not the cause of the stress. I don’t control it. You do. Don’t you ever put that on me. Ever. I’m sick of your passive aggressive posts and I’m sick of being treated like shit. I’m not beholden to anyone and I can make my own choices. So here it is. I hate ultimatums. I hate them more than anything, but now I’m in a position where I have to give one.
Treat me right or I walk.
Another gem of knowledge from my face to my girlfriend’s ears. THESE THINGS I SAY ARE IMPORTANT FACTS OF LIFE.
It’s so late and I have class at 9… Maybe just another ten minutes on tumblr…
Laying in bed watching MASH. Nice.