7.16.2009

"It's me. I know."

"I have been dating Kevin off and on 3 years I guess. Hit me day 2 we were together but I loved him and i stayed.

Now we have a daugter and I really cant leave. I be alone my whole life nobody will be with a teen mother, nobody want somebody elses baby. He breaks up and goes has sex with some girls and then he come back to me cuz he love me. And hit me if i tell him he cant come back

I just wanted to share cuz you girl think your man is all shit but at least he don't hit you.

~ cassie ~"


You're right, Cassie. He doesn't hit me. I got involved in my teen years with a man who did, however. The first time he hit me was the last. I suppose we all have our different levels of what we will put up with.

7.14.2009

Really? REALLY?

I must be retarded.

I knew this would eventually happen. Given my brilliant track record of choosing men, it was inevitable that this one would eventually quit his job and move in with me. Why not! That's what they ALL do after a while.

The kicker is, what kind of mongoloid quits a decent job in this economy? You 'couldn't stand it anymore'? You know what I can't stand? Being the SOLE BREADWINNER for myself and apparently the grown man I've now fucking adopted.

You know, if I wanted to raise a fucking kid, I would HAVE ONE. I am tired of dating a guy for a year or so and then having them bumrush into my house with all their shit and announce they are unemployed and crashing with me now.

Hey asshole, I can't afford to support us both, and frankly I don't want you living with me. But the fact is, after 2 years together I'm an asshole if I don't let you move in. After 2 years, it's time. People start asking you where you're going with it, when is he moving in, are you guys getting married? It's the whole shit or get off the pot routine, and I don't appreciate it.

And men know it, too. They know all they have to do is get a year or two under the belt and they can quit the jobs, move outta mom's house and into yours, and sit around watching movies and dicking around on craigslist all night, sleeping all day, and you will not do shit. You won't, because you have two years with the guy, it's expected that you guys move in together. You won't, because after two years you feel obligated to the guy, responsible for him. You won't do anything because two years is a lot of time to invest.

You won't do anything except get progressively more resentful that you are now feeding, cleaning up after, sheltering an overgrown teenager on an endless summer break who, after you make his dinner, clean up his fucking messes, do his laundry, and give him his allowance, wants to have sex with you.

Fuck you. Get a fucking job!