It’s never about me, never the cute little texts. Never the sexy pictures. Never the deeply thought out love letters. Never the special dinners. Never the prancing around in lingerie to get me excited, Never coming to my work to have a lunchtime quickie with your man. No that’s for everyone else.
I just get the honor of supporting, of caregiving, of helping the in-laws with their needs. I get to pay them an all expense long term free ride on my couch and pay for and hook up the new larger than needed tv. I get to confront those that have done them wrong. I get to wrench on their cars and unclog their toilets, pour their concrete and pay for it. I’m nice and attentive and listen carefully, supportive through the tough times and rarely get a thank you.
Then after putting the work in, paying for the expenses, sitting in the hospital waiting rooms and watching their ridiculous television shows I’m the one that gets the letter from their lawyer while they’re o off to the rodeo. My bills went unpaid, the money I put in the bank to pay them ain’t in the bank. I’m frustrated because they haven’t been concerned with my concerns and I have addressed there’s to the level they desire and I’m out and the other guy that likes hitting on married women is in. He doesn’t do what I did, they can’t trust him to be faithful, he isn’t 100% with them but he’s “the guy”! He gets mad because he got caught and they work it out. I’m home every night and if I get mad then I’m an asshole.
Well, so what exactly is the point of any of this? Again I could have sat on the couch and secretly cultivated one night stands, been unfaithful and unkind. I could have kept my money separate a never said where I was going. I could have done everything wrong and still ended up in the same place and still never got a letter from my chick just her lawyer. This game sucks and I’m not going to participate in this bullshit anymore. Get your money from your 3rd party, get your support from the mail man and get your gentle reassurance from your perverted boss at work. I’m not playing this rigged piece shit game any longer. You can have your fucked up mess of infidelity and secrets. You can use your couch to hold you can you cry and have a social worker take the blame for everything that upsets you. Have yourself a great time and don’t forget to send some sexy pictures with your love letters to the other guy. Maybe he won’t sell them in the internet this time?
See ya and enjoy this program that you’ve got going because it does have a finite end and that’s they you designed it!
Peace













