I am flabbergasted by the conversation I just had. I felt sorry for him. I'm fucking crying. and he doesn't give a fuck. he doesn't try to make me feel better. he does nothing.
he asks me to bake something, he offers to pay. I offer to pay only if he buys me cookies. LIKE NO. he gets angry at me. I don't know what the fuck he wants from me cause he told me he can't spend so he's not gonna pay for my cookies, and at this point, my ingredients. like no. gtfo. I don't need this shit in my life.
I just don't understand. I tell him not to come by tmrw and I'll do everything myself. he gets mad and says he won't come. he hangs up. he pins me about not being in the mood and he's sorry. LIKE NO. IVE BEEN TRYING TO HELP YOU SINCE THE FUCKING BEGINNING. I call him back, tell him I want to bake it and I'll go to the grocery store by myself, pay for the ingredients, and I'll bake it by myself. IM FINE BEING ALONE. I want to do this cause I'm doing this for the only people in his family that like me.
I'm fucking trying so hard. So fuck you for not supporting what is best for me and your fucking family that's so hard to please.
" If there is ever a tomorrow when we are not together
there is something you must always remember;
you are braver than you believe,stronger than you seem
and smarter than you think, but most important of all, even if we are apart, I’ll always be with you."