Post by Leels on Dec 16, 2015 2:16:33 GMT -5
I would say I'm sorry but I'm not. What do I have to be sorry for? All I want is to live comfortably, but you don't want to help with that. It hurts that you'd tell me you love me, but then not want to help me succeed in life. I've tried so many times to help you find a job so that you have money to spend on yourself but you won't get one. You quit 2 jobs without working an entire week at either of them. How can you possibly love me if you're not willing to help me with the financial status I have? Love and lust are not the same thing. Love is not sex. Love is not looking at someone and thinking they're so hot, you'd make out with the person if they came over to greet you. When one loves another, that person will do all he or she can to help their companion in stress. I've helped plenty of times when you had something you needed. I helped you get your driver's license before your permit expired. I helped you find jobs. My mother tried to help you find jobs. I helped you find somewhere when you were kicked out of your friend's house. I brought you with me when I got an apartment instead of taking you to your parents' house and dropping you off to the drama. I let you drive my car when you had a funeral Saturday. What have you helped me with in the past year? All I remember you helping me with ever is revolving the tires on my car and showing me there was a goose egg in one and moving out of Tylo's house. Why am I the one who is helping you and not getting any benefits back? I wish you would step up as a man and show me you can be there when there is a problem. But you haven't at all. And that hurts me. You have no idea how much it hurts me. Even if I told you that I cry sometimes when you aren't doing anything to better our financial status, or our housing status, you wouldn't get it. You never get it until you see it. For you it takes seeing a drunk try to fight you to understand why I don't want you coming home drunk even though I've explained countless times why I hate seeing people anything but sober. It takes getting a speeding ticket for you to actually start obeying the law. It takes hitting a mirror of a parked car to avoid people on the street that are parallel parked a little too far away from the curb. Why can't you just listen to people? That's all I need from you. I need you to listen to me and then we won't have these problems all the time. You think you're having a hard life, but honestly you're living freely. You have food in your stomach that you didn't pay for and the keys to an apartment that you have never paid rent for. I wish you wouldn't throw a fit because you don't want a job. Just because you don't want a job doesn't mean that you have to get mad and leave the house. You could just tell me that you don't want to be with me because you don't want to work as hard as I do to keep us together. That would be so much easier than breaking my heart and then staying with me just so you can break it some more, overtime.