One week until I'm all packed
One week and goodbye screaming for absolutely no reason
One week and no more degrading put downs
One week and the rest of my life to live
One week to figure out where to go from here
One week and my SEPARATION BEGINS.
Too much bullshit has happened
Too many demeaning words have been said .. not only by you, but your whole fucking family.
I'll refrain from putting this somewhere your family might see it .. far be it that they'd think as outside of the box as to be Furry
Once we're completely done, all bets are off.
I have grown to hate you, hate the sound of your voice, hate being near you .. and I've learned the meaning of 'Just a few more minutes really fucking means.
This is the thanks I get, for waiting for you to finish your 16+ hour days?
This is the thanks I get for putting up with your bigoted, narrow minded family?
This is the thanks I get for sticking up for you to my family, and defending the money we've used and how we've used it.
This is the thanks I get for putting up with the bodily threats that I've gotten from your brothers?
Fuck that shit .. at the end of this week, I'll have all my stuff packed and I'll leave your fucking helpless act to cope with how to do shit without my help. You say your life would be easier without me? Really? Let's just find out how fucking soon you go crying o mommie because you can't do something I could have easily taken care of.
I can't take any more of this.
Reap what you sow.