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you are ten gallons short of a hat.
you like to pretend i did something terrible to you so that people take your side when we fight, but at this point your accusations are so pathetic and stale that it's really just the same two people fellating you for the same stupid stuff they've always fellated you for and it's honestly a little sad.
you are more than a few crayons short of a box.
you like to pretend that you're justified when you intentionally give back to me what i accidentally gave to you, and sometimes when i'm sad about it i wonder if it will bother you when it's too late to act like an adult instead. how are you this old and this immature?
you are an addict.
you like to pretend that your life is terrible. and you like to pretend it's terrible because of me, but i'm the one living in poverty and a situation i can't escape because you're so obsessed with what the world owes you that you can't see how the humiliation you heaped on me every time you had access to me affected my life, my real life, in ways you can't take back.
you got me pregnant on purpose.
you ruined my career.
you ruined my relationship with more than one lover.
you accuse me of cheating when you know i was assaulted.
you laugh at me for being attracted to you.
and when it got to be too real for you? you blocked me.
so don't come crying to me when you realize your mistake, cowboy.
you made your bed. and you'll always be a liar in it.
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