Tried to talk to him

My Mikey, I love you

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I don’t love you, Mikey.  I rarely have, because all you do is think of yourself.  You don’t care if Jack is happy, and I’m fucking tired of your selfish bullshit.  I refuse to let you HAVE Jack anymore, since you’d just as soon kill him, if you can’t have your way all the goddamned time.

Yesterday, I got yelled at all fucking day about being married to my sister instead of Mikey.  He told me I should talk to HIM, not THEM.  I shouldn’t repeat things he says, even though I tell him things that they say.  Ok.

Well, today I tried to talk to him.

I got a lot of  grief….why everything wrong is MY fault, more my fault, and, oh, again MY FAULT!  It doesn’t matter how badly Mikey might fucking behave.  It’s ALWAYS ONLY in reaction to me and my bad behavior.  Then, when I wanted help dealing with being angry about Elisabeth….something he’d been about an hour before….the fucking hypocrite MIKEY decides that NOW is the perfect time to hurt again.  His chest hurt, and I was trying to push him into a heart attack or stroke, because I was DOING WHAT THE BASTARD TOLD ME TO DO!!!!!  Talking to HIM instead of my ENEMY FAMILY!

From now on, Mikey can go to hell.  I don’t care now.  He wants to destroy me, but he’d better watch out, because I’m taking him down with me.  He’ll wish he never fucked with me in the first place.  I already wish that I’d never fucked with him.

Oscar the Bastard

Whose fault EVERYTHING ALWAYS IS!