Priorities
You know what I find really fucking annoying? It’s when I tell you something that’s bothering me, I tell you WHY it’s bothering me, and I tell you what you can do to keep from hurting me in the same way again.
And your response is, “Okay, then, I can do that.”
Then I ask if you can do this for me without being an asshole for the next week. This is a valid question, and we both know it because on the rare occasion that you so graciously take a break from this one-a-week ritual, you’re a complete jackass until the opportunity swings by you again the following week.
And your answer is, “I don’t know, I was really looking forward to this.”
So the answer is yes, you’ll take a break from it this week, but not without negative repercussions that I will have to deal with. And of course, it’s my fault for being a selfish bitch for asking you to, for one damn week, give it a rest.
Nevermind that we both know how much trouble this single thing has caused us in all the years we’ve known each other.
Nevermind that you expect me to be your damn babysitter so that you can have your once-a-week “release”, no matter what the cost is to ME.
Nevermind the fact that when I confront you about this you ALWAYS have the same damn excuse.
I’m fucking sick of it. Get your priorities straight. I told you exactly how I felt tonight. I asked you to not go. You could, for once, make the choice not to go without running me into a guilt trip. Simply because you WANT to spend that time with me instead.
You could, you know, find another HEALTHIER way to get that “release” you need. One that doesn’t revolve around the worst thing possible for us.
But whatever. I know what your fucking priorities are. They’ve never changed, and neither will you.