It’s his stupid mom. My boyfriend of 3 years – yeah, his mom. She’s judging my dad because of his psychological issues professionally diagnosed by a doctor which he is on prescribed medication for. She’s calling him a “psychotic, dangerous a**hole” without even knowing him, all the while my boyfriend is telling her that he’s not a bad person at all. Funny thing is, she has a special needs daughter that people judge all the time. What a great example she’s setting. And then she’s judging me. I’m very excited to run in my first public venue ever – this is such a big step and positive life change for me. I’m doing a 5k and she’s scoffing as to whether I’ll actually finish or not because she thinks I’m “obese.” I’ve been running 2-3 miles EVERY day for nearly a month now! Of course I can do a 5k. And then she has the nerve to tell my boyfriend that he should break up with me and date other people before deciding if he loves me or not. Because apparently I’m not good enough for her standards and his happiness isn’t enough for her? And she does all this behind my back. He tells me about it, but to my face she pretends like everything’s peachy. She’s trashing on my dad and me, but I think she’s the one getting uglier and more disgusting with every lie and prejudice she lets ooze from her mouth.

No matter what you did, if you still have feelings for me, come back. You might think I won’t forgive you and I really don’t know for sure whether or not I will, but I know I will try to, if you show me I can trust you like I used to.
you’ll never know unless you try. Give me the chance to forgive you.
Just come back.

I spent almost a year on this project because it was required for one of my classes. My partner and I had to reconstruct part of our personalities to achieve the correct work ethic.
In the regional competition, we won. The judges were decent people.
So I went on a trip that consumed the entirety of this Friday and Saturday to attend the State Competition.
We got to the high school where they were going to judge our projects, and had to wait 6 hours before it was our turn. 6 goddamn hours.
When it was finally our turn, we went in to the room along with some of our friends and three history teachers from our school. They sat in the back, my partner set up everything, and I gave the judges our paperwork (an annotated bibliography and a process paper).
Two old ladies were apparently our judges. One of them, upon looking at our paper, made this noise that implied she thought it was stupid. I kind of thought she was having a heart attack. Okay, so, maybe that was a bit disrespectful, but whatever.
Then we played our documentary. The sound was a little bit quiet, and sometimes their crappy equipment glitched. At the end I told them what was said when it glitched.
Next came the “questions”. Except, there were no questions. Just endless things about how they thought our bibliography sucked. We’re kids, not adults who’ve been studying this shit for years. And their only purpose for this was to humiliate us; they were smirking.
No content related questions. Nothing. No respect.
Studying something to a certain extent does not entitle you to mock those who know less. It’s not right.
Today we got the judges’ forms back. The one who made that stupid noise didn’t even fill it out. She wrote something illegible, then “inaudible”.
The other lady suggested we find information in British newspapers from 1917. We did this on the Russian Revolution. Keyword: RUSSIAN. And still, the world was absorbed in World War II at the time. Who do these women think we are? The kind of people who can just magically find legible newspapers from 1917 that have a decently informative article on the Russian Revolution?
One judge wrote on my friend’s paper, “Is this thesis actually yours?”
Another kid did something on the Kent State Massacre. That is its official name, no argument. Everyone knows this. One of their judges wrote, “You shouldn’t call it a massacre.”

It’s really unfortunate when people think they can get away with being fake around me. Especially people that are trying to be or are my friends. Do you really think that by saying something in a snide way or just being plain rude about another of my friends to me then act dripping syrup sweet to their faces is a good way to earn my favor? Did you really think that I wouldn’t say something to someone? I suppose I should have said something to you, about how much of a dick you were being and how much of a bitch your girlfriend is being. But I told her instead. This was supposedly your friend, too. However, I guess it seems that all that time as friends means absolutely nothing because le girlfriend is too caught up in her own world to be able to tell you the truth and is instead telling you her skewed view of the world.

It sucks when the things you say come back to bite you in the ass. It’s also very sad that you can’t be honest and open about how you feel to her face.

how can i take your word that you are not cheating online when you hide phone calls from me, make calls while i’m sleeping to people i don’t know, go on chat programs and refuse to tell me what’s going on there, and the e-mail addresses your own wife knows are yours are not the ones you have attached to said chat program? Why are you creating e-mail addresses I don’t know about and what are you doing with these people you are hiding from me?? What are you doing calling an unlisted number while i’m sleeping for 30 minutes in Illinois? Who the fk is that? Why are you hiding from me? You don’t have to work in our family, you don’t have to do any housework, i bend over backwards for you sexually, and you demand i show you everything on my computer, but you still want to hide things from me. i have tried every approach to communicate with you and ask, from nicely sugar sweetest as i could to mean and angry and you still won’t share. I wish you would communicate with me. Now, I am going to go have some drinks and make myself stop thinking about this. I want to be with you for life. You say you don’t trust me still, even though my life is a totally open book. I wish I could trust you. If you weren’t hiding something and weren’t ashamed, you would have told me. How are we going to have children together when you do this? Six years is a decent time to be married and I am one of the or the least judgmental people you will ever meet. I accept you, faults and all, just like you do me. Why are you doing this? And why won’t you talk to me?