K,
So, you’re kind of a dick.
I don’t say that lightly. I actually tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I know it was just you for a while—the stress must have gotten to you, right?
But then you just showed back up after two months away. You can’t blame stress this time.
Twice now, you’ve accused me of something I didn’t do, and when I tried to defend myself, you called me a liar. You’ve taken something I love and damn near ruined it. For the first time in nearly two years, I’m scared—because of you.
I can’t think of a single positive interaction between us. For whatever reason, you’ve got your sights set on me, when you could easily be looking elsewhere. I don’t get it. What have I done to deserve your ire? You have no reason to even have my name in your mouth.
No one else seems to have a problem with me. I just don’t get it. I’ve been in a similar situation to the one you’re in. It’s not that hard to do the right thing.
Maybe I’m wrong, though…
No. I’m not.
There’s a way to talk to and treat people, no matter what you’ve got going on. I didn’t do this to you.
But you know what? Whatever, man. I’ll deal with you for now—that’s the hand I’ve been dealt. I’ve had to face much tougher, scarier people than you.
You’re not shit.
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