like i don’t even matter. like i am a freaking idiot that won’t ever check up on him. like he can just say whatever the f*ck he wants and it’s just ok, because it’s what he wants. because i farging trust him. why do i do that?
lies about women. lies about money. lies about stupid crap, just to be lying.
the worst thing, though, is he has made me a liar. i lie all the time, now, because if i don’t, i get consequences. i get the stare-down. i get the lecture. i get the guilt trip. i get the passive-aggressive BS that he feeds everyone he ever comes into contact with.
no more lies. i am keeping track, assbutt. someday, you will regret those lies, because no one will believe the truth. the abuser who cried, “i’m sorry”.