hizgeorgiapeach
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I hate it that my neighbor is a complete cunt - she found a nest of rats under her OWN back deck, and called the friggin City Health Inspector to claim that MY backyard was the problem! I hate that two of my best friends - people who are both extremely close and dear to me - are about to go through an ugly divorce (which I've seen coming since they got married in early May, as THE only person who went with them when they went in front of the JoP to do so) and both are trying to drag me into the middle of things on their specific side. Granted, she's worse about it than he is, even though he's been a friend longer than she has - any time she talks to me and asks my opinion, if I say anything other than "you're right, he's wrong, and I don't understand what he's thinking" (which, frankly, is lying through my teeth to her) - her responce is "you're taking his side against me! How can you make ME out to be the Bad one?!?!?!" I hate that I can't simply wave a magic wand and make things better for the two of them. I hate being dragged into the middle and put in a position where I'm going to be Forced to take sides (simply from her accusation of doing so every time I don't agree with all the vitriol pouring out of her mouth.) I hate that this follows on the heels of a rather nasty break-up of my own from my now ex, because I caught him lying to me and cheating on me with some stupid worthless stripper twat he worked with who's primary attraction point was that she was thin. I hate it that he's tried to make out like he never lied to me, despite clear evidence on several counts that he did so. (His claim is that knowingly withholding Correct information after having given Incorrect information, isn't Lying, it's simply keeping the truth to himself. Great justification there, huh?) I hate it that he promised to give his stripper whore a bunch of money, then turned around and asked ME for help paying his fucking RENT because he wasn't making enough money to cover all his bills - when the truth is, he asked me for help so that he Could give the whore money to back up the promise he made to Her knowing when he made it he was incapable of keeping it. I hate it that I was played for a fool and a sucker, and let myself believe in someone and trust someone - I shoulda learned better by now. I hate it that I turned down several offers to go out with other guys, to get laid several times, and to simply hang out with various male friends because that worthless ex had jealousy issues and didn't approve of me having male friends other than him. I hate it when dad's having a bad day, there's nothing I can do about it, and I can't even walk out of the house onto the back deck without him throwing a hissy fit. I hate it when I lay awake at night, wishing he'd hurry up and get the dying over with, so I don't have to deal with him any longer. And I absolutely positively beyond a shadow of a doubt hate it when I find myself wishing he simply wouldn't wake up from that next nap.....
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