The First Row
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Ok, so we sorted it and I was the "big man" and apologised, but I still feel so furious about it, because I can't see what I did that was so amazingly wrong, and also because the view beloved took was so easily biased.
Fair enough I was bitchy but I had reason to be, this was someone who had fucked me about and was acting as though he had done nothing wrong and also trying to buy me off with a few drinks. What I really resent is the guilty party appearing to be the injured one. Yes you did treat me like shit, yes you were a c**t, and NO you did not tell me outright, I actually had to PHONE YOU and then you told me. You weren't even man enough to stinge someone's phone (as is your style) to ring ME and tell ME. So FUCK OFF, please, just FUCK OFF.
My boyfriend maybe easily bought by the display of a fragile ego, and hints of insecurity, as well as a few knock-off DVDs you got from a bargain bucket, but I take a lot more convincing, a lot more.
To the Beloved:
All I needed was somebody to fight my corner, because when you are close to someone regardless of what they do you stick by them. The only people who could truly see where I was coming from were the c**t's best pals. What pisses me off is everyone hates him behind his back but are best pals with the fucker when he's getting round in. I have done it for friends and I also did it for you that time we all went ot the pub and your intolerable, abysmal "friends" not only bullied you, and me, but also ruined the evenings of a few innocent female strangers thanks to their "sense of humour". Next time I have to endure another evening with that lot there is no way I will sit and giggle demurely 'cause they are "the boyfriend's pals, therefore...", I will tell them they are being arrogant pricks. And also that I paid £6.50 for that curry for myself that they are all helping themselves to without even asking, and at the same time insulting me about where I come from. "Yes I am from Essex....Yes I know....Yes I know. I do have impeccable table manners for someone from "round there"...Yeh, alright, ok, joke's over.".
Fuckers. Pricks. Assholes. Or to put it into one word, men.
Ok, so we sorted it and I was the "big man" and apologised, but I still feel so furious about it, because I can't see what I did that was so amazingly wrong, and also because the view beloved took was so easily biased.
Fair enough I was bitchy but I had reason to be, this was someone who had fucked me about and was acting as though he had done nothing wrong and also trying to buy me off with a few drinks. What I really resent is the guilty party appearing to be the injured one. Yes you did treat me like shit, yes you were a c**t, and NO you did not tell me outright, I actually had to PHONE YOU and then you told me. You weren't even man enough to stinge someone's phone (as is your style) to ring ME and tell ME. So FUCK OFF, please, just FUCK OFF.
My boyfriend maybe easily bought by the display of a fragile ego, and hints of insecurity, as well as a few knock-off DVDs you got from a bargain bucket, but I take a lot more convincing, a lot more.
To the Beloved:
All I needed was somebody to fight my corner, because when you are close to someone regardless of what they do you stick by them. The only people who could truly see where I was coming from were the c**t's best pals. What pisses me off is everyone hates him behind his back but are best pals with the fucker when he's getting round in. I have done it for friends and I also did it for you that time we all went ot the pub and your intolerable, abysmal "friends" not only bullied you, and me, but also ruined the evenings of a few innocent female strangers thanks to their "sense of humour". Next time I have to endure another evening with that lot there is no way I will sit and giggle demurely 'cause they are "the boyfriend's pals, therefore...", I will tell them they are being arrogant pricks. And also that I paid £6.50 for that curry for myself that they are all helping themselves to without even asking, and at the same time insulting me about where I come from. "Yes I am from Essex....Yes I know....Yes I know. I do have impeccable table manners for someone from "round there"...Yeh, alright, ok, joke's over.".
Fuckers. Pricks. Assholes. Or to put it into one word, men.
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