I was glad you got a job because it meant during the week I wouldn’t have to skype with you. Just the odd text during the day was all I had to put up with.

But it means on the weekends you’ll expect me to be online all damned day, and if I have something to do you’ll probably get pissed and your pathetic obsessive attitude and passive aggressive comments will put me in a bad mood and you’ll effectively ruin the day for me.

What’s really bad is how I know exactly how things are going to unfold, because I’ve dealt with you for so freaking long. I’m so weak. I want you out of my life totally but I can’t bring myself to cut you off.

So I guess that makes me the really pathetic one.