One tepid response to one trivial item, and you trying to double dip for that suddenly elusive compliment. If I had been creative with the truth that day like I was every other day…

I’d be in Hell. Stuck as your permanent yes man. Praising your parade of trash objects and artless projects. Bored to tears and hating everything about your choices and your taste. Providing your eternal cocoon of support and reinforcement. And never getting any praise, reinforcment, positivity or support back. Being subtly disrespected and undervalued, constantly.

You couldn’t take the truth one time, about one worthless p************. It wasn’t even about you. But, that was enough to destroy everything, because we really didn’t have anything.

I just didn’t know it.

And I never got my d*** sucked once. What a f****** cuck.