I don't want to go to spend the night at your mother's house. I can't sleep there, its a small ass house, the kids can't play, and I don't want to hear yours scream all night.
I need drugs. Vicodin, please. Percs if you got them.
I don't want to clean up food and juice off the carpet all weekend. You tell me that you're going to 'take care of it'.. but you say that every single fucking time... and you don't.
I don't want to drive, everywhereeeeeeeee!
Its not fair that we make attempts to go see yours, but I haven't seen mine in almost two months. Its not fair. Mine were always with me... always. So, yes. THE LOSS is ten times worse for me. YES, its HARDER for me. And you never seem to prioritize THAT in your life.
FUCK. I can't fucking stand you right now. This is your fault. All of it. You've made my life this difficult. If I would have never met you, I'd still have my career, not stressing over money; I'd still have everything that I loved under one roof and wouldn't have to deal with the extra BULLSHIT you put me through.
I just want to go see MINE.
Its not fair. I'm paying the bills and yet, I suffer while you're out having a good time ALL the time. When is it my turn to SMILE and BE FUCKING MERRY? When is it my FUCKING TURN.
Fuck you.
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