You insisted on being in control of the finances.
It made you feel like a big man because it meant I wasn’t allowed to make decisions.
A few days ago you told me I’d been busting my ass to pull my weight.
You literally encouraged me to quit my job so I could move on to something more stable.
That I deserved a break to adjust to my meds and find a job that would actually pay me properly.
That was 20 seconds before you tried to kiss me and I went awkwardly to bed, wondering why in the fuck you would ever think that was an acceptable boundary to cross.
Then last night comes along.
And someone has an interest in me.
So, you tell me I’m a slut and a leech because I’m more interested in them than I’ll ever be in your financially predatory ass.
Yeah. Damn right. You deserved to get hit.
I heard it. You got fuckin rocked. And you deserved it.
I didn’t deserve to be homeless over the fact that I’m not an attainable fucktarget to you.
ESPECIALLY since you refused to admit the things you said and did to purposely provoke me and then tried to tell my paralyzed mother I just randomly drunkenly attacked you.
You fucking kidding me bitch?
I should fuck your entire world up for the way you’ve hung things over my head this past year.
Here’s a promise from me to you:
My mama has got enough to worry about without your fuckboy antics.
I find you’re trying to smear me to my family again, I’m not just gonna hit you. I will make sure you don’t get up.
And no. That time you won’t get the chance to demean me first.
That time you can claim it came without warning, you cowardly fucking whimpering piece of shit.
