I want to die. I want to never have the capability to fall in love again. I’m in a relationship with a guy who doesn’t love me. Who doesn’t want to be with me. I’m with a guy who says that putting a roof over my head is enough. I’m dating a man whome has texted and flirted with every girl he has ever met. I am with a guy who has fucked another girl in our bed, in my presence. I am with a guy whoes family has major issues. I am with a guy who has cheated on me, lied to me, talked s*** about me and who
Has fucked my best friend. His brother yells at me constantly and so does he. I get off work after 14 hours and turn into someone’s verbal Punching bag. Literal verbal punching bag. I am talked down to. Insulted. Constantly reminded the the man I love doesn’t love me. And I’m done. I work two jobs. Make geat money. And smart and attractive. Have. Place to live eat and drive. Yet I am the worst f****** person ever.