Things just weren't what they used to be with Steve. Over and over, he'd make the same mistakes, leaving me in the wayside. I had enough.
I finally mustered up the courage to break up with him. I just didn't want to deal with the fighting, the being ditched, the constant ignored phone calls. I was sick, but I was over it, ready to part.
When he finally stopped with the cliches and guilt trips, and when we agreed to be friends, he decided he wanted to be "honest" with me.
He cheated on me five months prior.
With some b***h calling his cell phone every five seconds. While we were hanging out. I knew something was up. I knew it.
First thought "You a*****e!"
Second thought "What did I do, what did I do wrong to make you do this?!?"
Third thought "You kissed me with those same lips you used to kiss that harlot. I want to throw up on your ******** face."
And, since this happened in July, I'm guessing he was never going to tell me. Or wait until we broke up to tell me.
But then, he has the audacity to tell me not to tell the friends I talk to about my relationship that he cheated on me, because he doesn't want anyone hating him.
He was hysterical crying because he didn't want people hating him. Nice to know where his priorities are;
1. What people think about me
2. Friends
3. Girlfriend
Yeah, needless to say, I told everyone I knew the truth on what happened. He doesn't want me hating him, and I'm pretting sure if I was a ruthless as I wanted to be, he'd have commited suicide like he said he would.
Bottom line;
You brought it upon yourself. And the only way you'd ever have the rare honor of being with me again is if you begged.
-H.H.
 Refined Corruption · Fri Dec 08, 2006 @ 10:36pm · 0 Comments |
