you did something courageous that i could never do…you said goodbye.
i tried numerous times, but i never wanted to hurt you like that. i’m happy now that you had the courage to call it off. it had been over for a while, so an ending was the best choice.
my anger when you left was, among other things, my fear of losing my best friend of 13 years. i was also angry that you barely helped with anything: with the chores, a job, nothing. you did “you know what” every day, remained that way all day/evening/night, and played video games almost 24/7. when you *finally* made an attempt at bringing in income, it was too late and you quit doing even that after a very short time and went back to playing video games, and continuing our arguments about your not doing chores. you’re not the only one to blame, but that was the case for our entire relationship. a little help could have made me see you in a different light…but you kept getting darker and i eventually didn’t even notice you any more.
so me, butter, and tommy, wish you well and hope you become a responsible adult one day.
smell ya later,
he looka like a man