My mother always told me love was a bullshit emotion that only fools and dreamers believed in...
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Okay, so whenever I go over to his place, he can't leave his computer and his games alone. There's one game he plays and it's totally gory, he knows I don't like s**t like that, in fact, a horror movie gave me a nervous breakdown when I was 9. Nasty gory s**t just brings back bad memories and he knows I hate them, but he honestly thinks it's "cute" how I react. I pretty much hide from view as much as I can and pretend I can't hear the sound effects. I know it's just a game, but still. I do not like things like that.
And he'll leave me downstairs with his parents while he goes upstairs for a half hour playing some stupid game on facebook. When I say anything about it, he bitches about people taking over his colonies. Like that s**t is real life.
When i go upstairs to see him or ask him to come back down or even just to give him a kiss, he tells me I'm a pain int he a** and to piss off, then expects everything to be fine when he comes back down. Of course it won't be fine!
But here's the thing. When his sister and his niece are there, his computer is a big no-no. He won't use it for the ten seconds it takes to tell me good morning or goodnight.
And this time, he's been gone since Thursday morning, I haven't seen his since Tuesday, I was sick Thursday, Friday and some of today. He comes on to tell me he won't be on because his sister is there.
He's been with them since Thursday and he can't take the two seconds it'll take to ask me how I'm feeling, knowing that I could have ended up in the hospital -or dead- with what I had.
I'm just ranting, I'm sorry, I know I do it a lot, but everything changes once his family comes around and I know they're important to him, but ********. He hasn't seen me since Tuesday and he's been with them since Thursday. He started an argument with me Wednesday night because he was so excited for this ******** concert he was going to that he didn't stop and think "Oh, how did her appointments go today?".
I know he was excited, but I just want him to talk to me sometimes. He hasn't spoken to me since Wednesday night and he can't take the two seconds to ask me if I'm okay now.
But he won't even hesitate to hide in his room on his computer when I'm thered.
I love him, but something's gotta give. Family is important, but ignoring your girlfriend knowing she was really ill just because they're there and you're having a great time is not an option.
Yeah, he's having a great time. Maybe I'd just ruin it. But I was sick enough that I was almost taken up to emerge in an ambulance.
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...so she told me to be the fool with a dream...
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Okay, so whenever I go over to his place, he can't leave his computer and his games alone. There's one game he plays and it's totally gory, he knows I don't like s**t like that, in fact, a horror movie gave me a nervous breakdown when I was 9. Nasty gory s**t just brings back bad memories and he knows I hate them, but he honestly thinks it's "cute" how I react. I pretty much hide from view as much as I can and pretend I can't hear the sound effects. I know it's just a game, but still. I do not like things like that.
And he'll leave me downstairs with his parents while he goes upstairs for a half hour playing some stupid game on facebook. When I say anything about it, he bitches about people taking over his colonies. Like that s**t is real life.
When i go upstairs to see him or ask him to come back down or even just to give him a kiss, he tells me I'm a pain int he a** and to piss off, then expects everything to be fine when he comes back down. Of course it won't be fine!
But here's the thing. When his sister and his niece are there, his computer is a big no-no. He won't use it for the ten seconds it takes to tell me good morning or goodnight.
And this time, he's been gone since Thursday morning, I haven't seen his since Tuesday, I was sick Thursday, Friday and some of today. He comes on to tell me he won't be on because his sister is there.
He's been with them since Thursday and he can't take the two seconds it'll take to ask me how I'm feeling, knowing that I could have ended up in the hospital -or dead- with what I had.
I'm just ranting, I'm sorry, I know I do it a lot, but everything changes once his family comes around and I know they're important to him, but ********. He hasn't seen me since Tuesday and he's been with them since Thursday. He started an argument with me Wednesday night because he was so excited for this ******** concert he was going to that he didn't stop and think "Oh, how did her appointments go today?".
I know he was excited, but I just want him to talk to me sometimes. He hasn't spoken to me since Wednesday night and he can't take the two seconds to ask me if I'm okay now.
But he won't even hesitate to hide in his room on his computer when I'm thered.
I love him, but something's gotta give. Family is important, but ignoring your girlfriend knowing she was really ill just because they're there and you're having a great time is not an option.
Yeah, he's having a great time. Maybe I'd just ruin it. But I was sick enough that I was almost taken up to emerge in an ambulance.
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...so she told me to be the fool with a dream...