Name: Anonymous 2010-11-14 4:09
My girlfriend is a mean and controlling asshole. I'm so sick of the ridiculous shit that she does to me. She gets mad over spilled milk. Literally, she really would.
She's also the most passive aggressive bitch in the entire planet and I'm fucking afraid of her because of it. If I ever want to do something by myself I might as well forget it, because she'll think that whatever I'm doing makes it more important than her.
When I logically think about it I would be so much better off without her. I'm so sick of worrying that she might do something terrible to me just because I made a small mistake. I seriously FEAR her because of how much power she has over my emotions. I used to be as emotional as a fucking rock, now I feel like crying sometimes because of the things she does. I'm so fucking attached to her and I don't understand it. The mere thought of her with somebody else blinds me with rage. Those last couple sentences didn't really go well together, but it's what I think.
Why the fuck do I love her? Why do I enjoy doing things with her?
When I try to break up with her my heart fucking sinks and I just can't fucking do it. Why can't I just fucking end it and be happy with her out of my life? We've broken up before and I have to deal with the most painful heartbreak ever.
She's also the most passive aggressive bitch in the entire planet and I'm fucking afraid of her because of it. If I ever want to do something by myself I might as well forget it, because she'll think that whatever I'm doing makes it more important than her.
When I logically think about it I would be so much better off without her. I'm so sick of worrying that she might do something terrible to me just because I made a small mistake. I seriously FEAR her because of how much power she has over my emotions. I used to be as emotional as a fucking rock, now I feel like crying sometimes because of the things she does. I'm so fucking attached to her and I don't understand it. The mere thought of her with somebody else blinds me with rage. Those last couple sentences didn't really go well together, but it's what I think.
Why the fuck do I love her? Why do I enjoy doing things with her?
When I try to break up with her my heart fucking sinks and I just can't fucking do it. Why can't I just fucking end it and be happy with her out of my life? We've broken up before and I have to deal with the most painful heartbreak ever.