Guess what dick , I don’t need you anymore

If you don’t feel like doing something when I ask you to you get irritated and bitchy. If I don’t feel like doing something you want me to do when you want me to do it , I’m a fucking asshole. You haven’t really cared enough to do things you used to that made me want to follow your every command. I stopped asking how high when you said jump because you stopped making me feel loved and sexy and wanted. Yet you still get mad when I don’t do something you order at the drop of a hat. Only a couple of things I haven’t done. I have done a lot of things you say but you only remember the couple of times I don’t not the other several times I do. And you don’t consider my feelings when you bitch about what I don’t do. Sam you never wonder why I don’t ,just get pissed when I don’t.

I asked why you bitched about going inside with me and why you skipped out once we put the stuff in the cart and left me to sink or swim with a cane sweaty and hurting to check out cause I guess you thought I wouldn’t have any problems checking out. Because you didn’t feel like going to the store. You took us to brookshires , I didn’t. I wanted to know why you didn’t want to go in because it seems as if you’d rather do anything else, especially if there’s someone else there to do it , than to take care of me. Like the thought of helping me out is so inconvenient and unappealing to you , you can’t help but be a dick about it. That’s the same reason I asked if my strength caused you to think I don’t need love and concern. You can’t be inconvenienced with what I may need.

You apparently lack empathy. You can’t understand how your disregard of me and my feelings show me I’m shit to you. You actions show me I’m not important to you. Your not telling something if I don’t ask the right questions shows me that you don’t care if I’m sad or hurting or anything else because as long as you aren’t any of those things , you don’t give a fuck.

I wish you had not come back. I wish I was back on track by now because I would be. I keep asking why you bothered to come back and you know what I come up with ? You were cold and wet , broke and hungry so here you come sucking me back into your lies and piss poor treatment. You needed to rest up. You don’t care about anyone but yourself and I never thought I would not trust you , I thought wrong. I do not trust you or your stupid truck.

I have learned from this , I learned what love felt like. Now I know what it feels like to have that love taken away for selfish , bullshit excuses. I learned how I do not want to be treated. I learned how to perfect my cock sucking technique.

I will let go of the anger I feel for you. There will come a day when I don’t care anymore , I would have done most anything to never feel nothing for you. You didn’t want to be with me bad enough.

Goodbye Sam. I hope you get everything you want and need out of life.

2 thoughts on “Guess what dick , I don’t need you anymore

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