Fuck you and your triggering, abandoning ass. Fuck the fact that I’m sitting here alone in a place where nobody knows me. Fuck, “let’s have sex” the night before you leave and fuck a phone call from Vegas a week later saying you aren’t coming home yet because you’re having unresolved issues with some girl. Some girl who has never treated you well and whom you complain about constantly. Some girl you said you didn’t find remotely attractive and that was BEFORE you and I were romantically involved. And me? I AM attractive. There, I said it. I’m prettier. I’m a pretty pretty fucking princess and I’ve been sitting in your house and lying in your bed after moving up here and canoodling with you in front of your children only to learn now you want an open relationship. Well thanks a lot. After I fish my pride out of the toilet I think I’ll try to figure out ways to not passive-aggressively get back at you when you get back as we still have to live together and thanks to my parents disowning me I have no place to go.

Tears in a bucket, motherfuck it.