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Sometimes little girls need to grow up and Start facing reality, what happened to you this weekend was more than likely your own fault, but the fact you came calling on me as your protector and shoulder to cry on was telling, even tho you have a dark haired clone of me there right beside who keeps coming back to you like the whipped slave that he is... Nothing like having the clone trooper to replace me... at least you know that he'll always come back at your beck and call like a little lost lonely puppy dog.. it's time for you to grow up and face fucking reality... I think you got a taste of that this weekend, And as for the so called revolving door boyfreind, At least I can defend myself and my loved ones... it's too fucking bad that includes you.... I'm not someone who's gonna get my ass kicked i'm gonna go down dying to defend you....and the little one if need be, I might love you but right now I don't like you very fucking much, i even told your mother that.. she agrees with me that you are the one that needs to grow up... you are the most immature person i know and for years that distinction belonged to me... but i have evolved past that and past you... other than being the mother of my child I have no use for you or need or want for you in my life.... it's time for you to be the one who needs me for a while... i have evolved past you and your needs and wants.. I have goals dreams and things i have left on back burner for far too long trying to sastify you... god knows why? Now i only do things to sastify myself... it's seems things work out better that way...One day you will grow up and be more mature than our 7 year old but until that day.... i'll be waiting... maybe I'll be there when you need me, maybe i won't. maybe I'll have completely moved on and found myself a new family that he will be a part of but you won't be. we'll have to see... I'm not the one facing 36 next week and having no direction in my life and having one child and no partner. I hope in two years I will have those things but if not I am content being alone... At least there's no revolving door on my apartment... And I don't sleep with every girl that gives me attention, learn to close your legs and you might have less problems in life.... you have a huge responsibility in raising my son, time you lived up to it.

Current Mood: Pissed.
The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

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