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alcohol, bipolar disorder, life, limits, mental health, mental illness, stress, the world is full of fucking idiots
It’s my fault, as usual. He isn’t embarrassed, he just doesn’t want anyone to know anything about him. And I need to get myself in a better mood, because that’s what he wants. And quit talking to me, I’m working.
I’m just not in the mood for this. I don’t trust him to behave himself tonight while Mom and I are out, but I’m leaving him there to flounder. If he wants to shoot himself in the foot, go for it – let me help you reload asshole.
“Get yourself in a better mood before I come home” – words that should never be spoken to any woman ever, let alone a woman dealing with bipolar. I will cut him.
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Want me to take him out? You already have an alibi.
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Thanks, but it isn’t necessary – yet. He got home and we talked. He’s just kind of an uptight little prude and I’m an old whore. We’ll get past it.
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For a guy who can’t pick out his own shoes, he’s got quite a mouth on him….wowee. THAT is a stupid thing to text *anyone* that you are about to go home to be around for the night.
I hope you don’t take offense, but I giggled at that description of him “uptight little prude”. I hope you called him that to his face. xx (lol..it just suits him somehow)
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