Gettin’ fed up

 

My Mikey, I love you

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There’s something wrong with the way things go around here.

It seems that if we don’t have someone around, irritating us, so that we stand as a unit and fight back, Mikey is not the least fucking bit interested in me.  Well, fuck you, too, you typical fucking man!

Everything I do is wrong.  Every time I try to talk,he ignores me or changes the subject or sends me on another errand.

His body isn’t the only fucker that hurts!

I HAVE OSTEO-ARTHRITIS, TOO, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!

I get so sick and tired of doing EVERYTHING that gets done around here.  He made my life a fucking war zone in Corsicana because HE had to do everything.  Of course, he didn’t have to.  I helped more than he said, even to me.  It really used to hurt my feelings, but I’m getting tired of being hurt, and I’m starting to build up HATE instead of HURT.

Nobody here wants me, yet they’ve fucking GOT ME!

Earlier, Mikey cooked macaroni, but, as usual, he was too goddamned lazy to WATCH the shit, so some got stuck on the bottom of the pan.  He said it was no big deal.  I told him if it wasn’t a big deal, HE could scrub it out of the pan!

Naturally, I’m the bitch.  Never him.

I hate him, and I am ready to leave.  I want out of this.  Mikey, Hank, and the rest of those worthless, scummy bastards don’t want anything to do with me, except when I’m a fucking security blanket.  When I’m not, I can go fuck myself.  Well, this is coming to an end soon.  Either he shapes up or I SHIP OUT!!!!!  I have no place to go, but I’ll go anyway.

Love you, yes.  Like you, no.  I don’t care anymore.

Fuck you, too,

Betty Goddamned Pissed-off Bitchy Hateful Louise