When I finally accomplished falling asleep at a “regular” time, your drunken ass woke me up at 3AM. To cook and eat with you. Are you fucking kidding me?
And the dishes ‘piled up’ in the sink are from last night, you dumbfuck. Because you wanted pasta, salad, brownies and muffins all at once.
They haven’t been done yet because I’ve been asleep all day long.
So, no. I have not been neglecting my duties and chores. And thank you for rubbing in my face that I “don’t do anything except use my computer and go to the gym’.
No I don’t work.
No I don’t have a fulltime job like your husband.
I’m fucking sorry, okay?
I told you tonight that I hated him.
I said that because he said if I took myself out, he’d follow suit.
& I couldn’t leave you behind with neither of us there for you.
Cross the line if you are overwhelmed with your life right now.
(Source: crosstheline)
Cross the Line: if you never feel good enough for anyone
(Source: crosstheline)
Cross the Line: if your parents have ever called you a fuckup
(Source: crosstheline)
Cross the line if you’ve ever self-injured or attempted suicide.
(Source: crosstheline)
I feel like ‘everybody’ doesn’t include me as much as it used to when you say things like that.
I hate how thick my skin is.
I dig & I tear and it takes forever to break open and bleed.
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