The most disheartening thing about the instant connectability of this day and age is that when you really have a problem you feel like no one will care enough to help and hear you out on the matter…
I just don’t know why I constantly position as the one in the wrong…the one ready to fix it and ready to change. It’s unfortunate that I can’t actually change this stance, even if I change every little thing about myself for others.
I’m walking on egg shells with a deep fear of the sound an egg shell might make when stepped upon, not that I’ve ever heard it since I walk so gingerly.
Essentially, my boyfriend and I just fought about how my one diva friend and I tend to hate the world and vocalize this, quite obstreperously.
He hates this about me and it makes him want to “kill himself.”
It’s the umpteenth criticism of me I’ve endured and so I told him “good for you.” Good for him that he doesn’t like this about me! It’s not like he’s constantly telling me he doesn’t like almost everything about me.
I may have told him that too.
So he storms off, indignant, and I’m positive he won’t apologize. He doesn’t. In this relationship, I’m wrong and end of story.
I don’t know. I don’t know if I make all my significant others hate me because I’m just really fucking hateable in any kind of large dose, or if…yeah no that’s probably it.