Take that Self-Pity Trip on Your Own!
I'm a heartless bitch for a simple reason, really.
It's because I met this cute boy in Austin Texas who suddenly decided that
I was everything to him, but I didn't live up to his expectations/requirements.
He kept laying excuses on me about how his inappropriate behavior was caused by
his uprbringing, how he didn't know any better--that is, when he even
bothered to actually communicate with me. At first the relationship was
a lot of fun, but then he grew hurt when I didn't massage his ego with continuous
compliments and make him feel like a Heap Big Man. He threw several fits,
but really, what do you expect from the mentality of a kid stuck in
fifth grade?
Instead of actually trying to work through that bullshit, try and make
himself a better person, he spent those experiences (which gave him
opportunity to do so) wallowing in his prison of misery.
*And*, on top of this, he expected me to wallow with him, to treat
him like a baby, to mother him.
Fuck That!
Having recently emerged from a particularly bad relationship myself,
his bullshit behavior annoyed me, and I wouldn't put up with it.
I wish the best for him,
but can't stand to be around him for now. Another time, another place,
when I have worked through my own problems--which I don't whine
about and which I am trying to work on--despite his so-called
"help". All I asked for was his love and support and he couldn't even
give me that, face to face.
For now, I'd be happy if he'd just get the fuck over himself and be a
friend, but he's too busy feeling sorry for himself.
Obviously, this makes me a Heartless Bitch.
Yes! I want to Read about more "Real Life Heartless Bitches"
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