what pisses me off most about you is not that you did so much terrible shit to me. Its that I wasn’t allowed to deal with what you did bc you didn’t want to deal with what you did. and you didn’t want to deal with fighting with me even though it was caused by what you did. I was trying to get past it, work through it, for both of us. But you couldn’t even deal with us fighting. You never would have put up with me doing any of the shit you did. But even fighting which was “my fault” was too much for you. After everything i did for you, all the things i tried to help you with, all the things i was willing to forgive and work through for you, you couldn’t handle fighting with me or for me. Fuck you. I was trying to help you get past that shit too. I was looking out for us. You were looking out for you. You wanna be happy? then you have to look at yourself, honestly and compassionately and if you don’t like what you see then change it, don’t fucking blame me. i didn’t make you do any of the shit you did. i didn’t even hold that shit over you or tell you you were terrible bc of it. i just made you look at it. and you just blamed me and ran.