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Pulsar
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I saw his baby shower pictures a few minutes ago. Even though I don't have a facebook, I was still shown.
What part of, "I want nothing to do with your knocked up girlfriend, that you cheated on me with, unless she's apologizing for being a whiny cunt" don't you understand? I, obviously, aren't interested in her for obvious reasons, but her acting like a thirteen year old doesn't help much.
You can tell me all this shit, that she means nothing to you, you're only staying with her for the baby, but that doesn't mean fuck all. You cheated on me and got her pregnant. In fact, you started dating her while you were still in a relationship with me. And I'm supposed to sit here and pat you on the back for another bastard child in the world? Who the fuck do you think I am, exactly?
I really, honestly, can't believe that you want me to be the God Mother of your child. I mean, yeah, sure, we grew up together. We were best friends. Usually, it'd be a nice gesture, for someone to want me to be apart of their kid's life like that. But this? No. Wrong timing for something like that. Maybe, just MAYBE, I'd be honored and agree to that role of your child if you hadn't been such an asshole. But that's a very big maybe.
The thing that really pisses me off about it, though, isn't the fact that you cheated on me after expressing that you "loved" me. The thing that really grinds my non-existent gears, is that you actually lied about it straight to my face. You told me that you weren't, when she was sitting right across from me. You played it off like she was just a friend, who you had taken multiple pictures of and plastered all over your wall. My so called best friend had the balls to try and play me like a fiddle, when everything was right under my nose.
And I wanted to believe it so bad, that I let it go over my head until the drive home.
Fuck you.
I saw his baby shower pictures a few minutes ago. Even though I don't have a facebook, I was still shown.
What part of, "I want nothing to do with your knocked up girlfriend, that you cheated on me with, unless she's apologizing for being a whiny cunt" don't you understand? I, obviously, aren't interested in her for obvious reasons, but her acting like a thirteen year old doesn't help much.
You can tell me all this shit, that she means nothing to you, you're only staying with her for the baby, but that doesn't mean fuck all. You cheated on me and got her pregnant. In fact, you started dating her while you were still in a relationship with me. And I'm supposed to sit here and pat you on the back for another bastard child in the world? Who the fuck do you think I am, exactly?
I really, honestly, can't believe that you want me to be the God Mother of your child. I mean, yeah, sure, we grew up together. We were best friends. Usually, it'd be a nice gesture, for someone to want me to be apart of their kid's life like that. But this? No. Wrong timing for something like that. Maybe, just MAYBE, I'd be honored and agree to that role of your child if you hadn't been such an asshole. But that's a very big maybe.
The thing that really pisses me off about it, though, isn't the fact that you cheated on me after expressing that you "loved" me. The thing that really grinds my non-existent gears, is that you actually lied about it straight to my face. You told me that you weren't, when she was sitting right across from me. You played it off like she was just a friend, who you had taken multiple pictures of and plastered all over your wall. My so called best friend had the balls to try and play me like a fiddle, when everything was right under my nose.
And I wanted to believe it so bad, that I let it go over my head until the drive home.
Fuck you.