Mother in law

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Seriously, you are the most dirty, lazy arse person l know. You leave half eaten food on tables for days, you do washing up once a week….there are 5 people living in the house. You see the kitty litter is full and leave it. It needs to be changed more than every two fucking weeks. Seriously? There are 2 cats…2 cats shit twice a day…do the fucking maths. Your house STINKS! Pigs live cleaner than you fucking do you lazy arse bitch. You today bother to do anything around the house and complain that you work too much. You work 40 hours a week, there are 24 hours a day and that is a total of 168 hours a week and you are only working 40 of them? Also everything is constantly blamed on everyone else, it’s there fault you live in a shit dump of a house, it yet you throw all your rubbish out your own front door and wonder why you have a rat infestation?????
I’m over it, lm suck of you and your fuckin lazy ones you can stay the fuck away from my children because your lazy, filthy and a complainer ad l won’t teach my children that EVER!

My words

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Tomorrow, I’m going to say these words to you and I won’t take them back. I won’t regret them. And if it goes badly, I have a party to go to so don’t worry, YOU will not be the reason behind my tears ever again.

You make things really confusing for me. You said you like me, then you jokingly say you don’t. You act like you like me, you treat me as though you like me- you even LOOK at me as though you like me. So, if you’re not going to just man up and ask me out, then stop sitting here day after day, flirting with me shamelessly and giving me all these mixed signals because it’s not fair what you’re doing to me. I want to move on if you’re not going to do anything about whatever it is we have here. But it’s really hard to do that when you keep doing what you’re doing and treating me the way you’ve been treating me. Yeah I know I sound crazy but that’s it. I’m done. I’m giving you a choice so you either take it or leave it.

The third wheel

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For as long as I can remember I’ve been the third wheel. When I was around 8 I used to have this group of friends and whenever we would all get together my existence didn’t seem to matter at all. I would say things or do things and they wouldn’t pay attention at all. I began to think that there’s something wrong with me. Time went on and they completely left me so I got new friends. They’re alright I guess. I mean we get along really well but the problem still remains. If I’m with more then one of them at a time it’s like my existence doesn’t matter. Back when I was younger I had asked my mom for help on this whole situation. She helped as best she could it didn’t really help. I mean its not really her problem anyway. I have tried a lot of different things to try and get this to stop and nothing has worked. I just gave up on it. When I’m with my friends now I don’t even try to appeal to them. I used to go to parties and stuff and try to socialize but even then it was as if I was a ghost. Now I just stay home. My mom always says its my fault. I didn’t try to make friends. Bullshit. I tried and tried and tried nothing worked so I moved on. Now I find it really hard to make friends with people. All this has given me a lot of social anxiety. Its more like I’m incapable of making new friends. I feel like I’m gonna be stuck with this problem for the rest of my life. I’m always gonna feel like I don’t matter and I’m always gonna feel like its my fault. I’m always going to be so shy it makes it so difficult for me to do normal things like going to school. I’m always gonna be the third wheel. At parties, with friends, and in life. I am the second choice. I always have been and I always will be and I’m sick of it.

Why can’t we work this out?

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I have been talking to you for two Years?! As I watch you been with guys and they hurt you? I stood by you, and now that I have a chance to be with you? You decide to break up with me?! After the funeral, you decided to work out our issues? Now you aren’t even fucking trying! The issues we had was we never talked about our problems. I understand today I kinda blew up when we got stuck mudding.
I don’t get jealous, but you were flirting with my best friend?! What the fuck?!
I’m the type of guy that I shouldn’t be played with, I’m a good guy, and your playing with me.
Also?
I told your family and you about what happened to my bestfriend and her death? And THEY CALLED IT BULLSHIT!!!! Like what the fuck?! Why can’t we just be happy? And have an amazing relationship. Today I Tired talking about this and you reply with “I don’t want to talk..”
I went to the hospital, and I told you! You didn’t reply if I was okay.
We always fall asleep on the phone, now? I can’t sleep because I’m scared that you are going to break this shit up!

Stop blaming me

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The other day, me and my friend were home alone at my house working on a poster. My dad came home and asked my friend if she was going to prom and who she was taking. She answered him. Then I flat out said that I’m taking a black guy to prom. My dad had an awkward smile on his face and asked if I was kidding. I said I wasn’t. Then, while keeping the smile on his face, said we’ll talk about this later. He went downstairs to do the laundry and came back up asking me to take my pile of clothes. I went with him and he asked if I was joking about before. I answered no, that I was serious. And he yells at me, “fucking bitch!” Then he threw the pile of laundry that he had just folded all over his bedroom. And said, “you just did this to piss me off!” I said, “dad” because I was so shocked by his reaction. He then told me that he was leaving n and never coming back. He grabbed a suitcase from downstairs and filled it with all of his clothes and toiletries. Then I saw him throwing his shoes in the back of his car and he drove off. He returned home after 28 hours and neither me or my mom know where he went. A week later we were on the phone and he was saying “see I don’t always get mad at you. Except for when you don’t listen to me.” So I said, jokingly, “or when I tell you that I’m taking a black guy to prom.” Which I probably should not have said. He proceeded with saying that he wasn’t mad about the fact that I’m taking a black kid to prom, but about how I told him. Is this really my fault or is my dad just a racist? I honestly don’t know.