Alright fuckface. I wish I could say this to your face... but i can't. (Partially because i'm assuming that i'll never hear from you again, and partially because i will never be calling you again.) So i'm putting it here. I loathe people like you. Fake fucking people who deceive the people who care about them.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)I mean, i know i was never your girlfriend but you treated me like one in the beginning, and a girl tends to forget her place. I never really expected anything from you. You took me back to your house and fucked me after i blacked out. Fine. I wanted it (i really did, it's okay). So you didn't have to ever call me or see me outside of work ever again. It was fine. But then you did call. You were supposed to move, so i wasn't concerned about the details, nor did i think to ask the people you work with what your story was. (mistake) And then you got your second DUI. That's really where things fell apart, isn't it? You stopped calling me, and it was okay. I knew my place, and got over it. But the you came around again. I should have to you to fuck off, but like the naive little girl i can be, i went back to fucking you. And it was fine. Things were mostly normal. I had noticed that you were drinking more, but i didn't think much of it. Nor did i think much of the bender you said you were on when you stopped calling. (yes, yes, naive, blah blah) So you went out of town to do some work for your uncle and while you were gone we exchanged a bunch of dirty text messages. I was dead exited for you to come over. You were supposed to be here at 10, you sent me a text saying it would be closer to 11, it was 1130. You were wasted. I think i can guess at how much it took to get you there, even if you don't remember. You left me waiting for the bottle. I should have made you leave, but i didn't. I had my reasons. They were not honorable. Then you went out of town again, you said you'd call me when you came home. You didn't. Sarah saw you at a show. You were trashed. I sent you a text message the next day to see if i'd get a response. i didn't think i would. Oh, but i did. A drunk dial. Thanks. And how dare you get mad at me for suggesting you you need to bring me my shirt back and not be drunk when you come over.
Bawb told me about the blow. Blow. At work. All things that i told you, i trusted you. You told me that you had quit. I should have known better when you told me that you were friends with Smiley, but... i didn't. I am impressed that you managed to hide such a raging addiction from me for almost three months though. It must have been hard. All the blow and booze does explain a few things about your oft mediocre sexin' skills, though. You seriously make me want to vomit. Your sister is right. You are a selfish asshole. Using your family the way you do. Worrying her half to death. I can see that she has a reason to want to know where you are, and to not let you take her young kids snowboarding w/o adult supervision. (see how i said adult there? yeah cause you aren't one.) They have tried to help you and they can't. I can't imagine how frustrating that must be. To see you continue to use... They even offered to help get you out of town, to send you to Arizona to live out your dream, and you fucked that right up too. Now I'm not so surprised that they were so understanding and kind. They've probably been helping you out of shit like this for your entire life. ick. I can't believe the nice things i said about you. You turn 30 in two days. You have a court order to go to rehab. Do it, and stick with it this time. You have a problem. You can't use that shit to numb the pain of a tough childhood forever, and anyway at some point, that excuse begins to sound like a rationalization-- not a real reason. Kids use other things to avoid pain, adults deal with it.
Grow up.
