Baby Driver refers to a lot, & it’s quite impressive how much you managed to touch on with that post, in a few well chosen words.
Are you wanting me to pick you up & bring you over here?
Or are you just wanting me to stay at a distance?
Amy said…
Comment: “Amy don’t deserve this” No, I don’t deserve any of your nonstop bullshit. You think that’s fucking hilarious, though.
Amy said…
You miss how good it feels to make me feel like shit (in return for trying to help you).
Amy said…
There’s ‘being supportive’, and then there’s ‘letting someone keep being a dick to you’.
Amy said…
Are you saying you’ll text with me? Instead of this sideways internet signaling?
That’s the same type of toad/frog you put Barbie’s pink cowboy hat on, isn’t it?
Your number isn’t blocked. Do you see the last text I sent you? (It’s not mean.)
Amy said…
You can text me anytime, you know that. You just didn’t. You won’t, either. You’d rather show your ass and tease me about how easily we could have been communicating instead of this stupid shit.
Given a choice between getting what you want and fucking somebody over, you keep choosing to fuck me over and then blame me for your assholism. Even when I was noting but sweet to you after you stood me up. You couldn’t tell or didn’t care all day long you were being such a shit to me, even when I kept asking ‘what’s wrong’ & trying to reach you. Mean. And you want me to unblock you? You want to text me and be an adult, go right ahead. All you want is to play your safe little internet manipulation game that never goes anywhere.
Amy said…
I don’t know what the pith helmet joke was supposed to be saying to me, but-
Do you really want to see me and/or talk to me? If you really do, we can try that again.
If you want to do more of the same, I’d rather not.
I love you. So much. But, like I said- I can’t keep letting you hurt me like that.
Amy said…
I’m guessing what you’re saying is that:
You’re aware of it- the projection of your own issues on me, & you’re not safe for me to be around?
You’re feeling you want to lash out at me for not letting you manipulate and control me?
That broken angry jealous killer still runs the place? Because I have friends?
You’re angry at me for making it my own account now, that’s not necessarily dedicated to a man who’s had all the chances in the world to not be a dick to me?
Those are possibilities. I don’t know for sure, of course. But I’m not being vindictive over there towards you, I’m just enjoying interacting with people who want to talk to me.
Amy said…
Looks like you must be in a vindictive, hurtful mood today- are you mad at me, or at yourself? You keep going back and forth between looking like you want me back and wanting to snuff me out.
Amy said…
Ridiculing me and my ex-husband is a great way to stay blocked.
Amy said…
Look at what you’re doing. I thought you’d learned a few things.
Amy said…
You are a sinking ship, & I won’t be drowned
Amy said…
I honestly don’t even know which woman you’re embracing in the post, me or your wife. You may not know, either. I posted various solitary women, as I am single, of course.
Amy said…
As for your favorite old bullshit excuse ‘all’s fair in love & war’-
I didn’t know you could buy happy ending massages on the Titanic, you cowardly Titanic asshole.
Amy said…
Are you trying to tell me that you want to work on yourself for a while and maybe revisit this another day?
Amy said…
If I did get it right, and you want to try later on, I’m all right with that.
I’m sad because God I wanted to see you soooooooo badly and I thought it was finally going to happen, and I just had to endure all of that. You must know how I love you because because I’m fucking still here After all of this
It feels like I am never ever going to get what I want in this life
Amy said…
Am I eternally Miss Havisham? That is all that’s waiting for me, is more of the same More being left behind and shut out than I ever felt possible
why did you fucking marry her
why do I have to keep getting tortured, why won’t you still even fucking write me you goddamn heartless bastard This is wrong
why do I still miss you- how fucking stupid and idiotic can my dumbass heart get, it’s the heart of the single stupidest most meaningless girl that anyone ever didn’t see.
Doesn’t make any fucking sense So sick of crying about you how can I still even Be hurt, how can there be anything left of me to hurt, for God’s sake
You think a social media post or two is enough to placate me after the latest bucket of pig blood I get to clean up IT FUCKING ISN’T GODDAMMIT
If you know anyone who might be capable of taping my nose & mouth shut while I’m asleep please pass along my phone number because it would be a blessed relief to die and never hurt anymore anymore anymore No More
Amy said…
You know who belongs dead? Me I keep taking it You get away with it I keep taking it
Tell me what it is about me that makes it so you won’t even email me- if I’m still on your phone I’m probably blocked yet it’s as though you wish you were married to me
What is it What is so scary or gross or awful about me that you won’t drive over here
Realize: you will never be able to control everything about the next time we see each other
If you wait for everything to be perfect just how you want it in order to see me again it will never happen
a way of talking yourself out of it
but what the fuck do I know I’m stupid
Amy said…
I love you so much I know how much it hurts it hurts I’m here for you for all lost hearts Yours is Most Precious Most Precious in the World Hurts so much but God I know It’s not fair So not fair
As You Wish
Amy said…
I love you & I’m missing you so much. I was going to unblock, then saw the mini golf post that looks like you’re making fun of me again.
Amy said…
Hey : ) I love you Thinking of hunting me down over here at midnight instead of watching SNL? Lovely-
https://youtu.be/br0XIPACg8o?si=MAy345bIY_QB5bLU
Amy said…
(That ‘oppressor’ skeet wasn’t directed at you, I just had that thought reaction to the skeet & took the opportunity, because it’s a big problem in general everywhere. I should’ve said To all People. I love you
Amy said…
*kiss* How are you feeling, love? Hope you’re having a nice Saturday. Still thinking of going out looking for me tonight? : )
Amy said…
I’ll be here for you, I’ll be sitting outside my front door, or maybe standing a few steps away on the grass next to the stream. Please kiss me as soon as you see me- I’m excited to see you, & I’m here. *I love you*
Amy said…
I love you
Amy said…
I posted the second skeet finishing telling you & anyone else reading about how bullies treat women, & what it feels like to be reduced to an object in my hour of need while I’m suffering. With Harry Lime et al, listen carefully to yourself- are you wanting me to know that last night when it was time to leave, the Trickster impulse came up & you let it take over, choosing to knife a person you love…instead of choosing to drive over here and OWN my body and soul…instead of coming to me to deliver an unmistakable message that I belong to you completely, & you to me. Instead of reveling in the explosive energy of our intense pleasure in each other’s physical presence, each other’s skin, feeling each other’s pure strength as well as our willingness to surrender….instead of plunging into that adventure with me…you want to pretend to play Orson Welles to me in black and white on the internet. The post about Republicans feels like more of what you & I went through the last few times of this where you blamed me for loving you after you failed to show up as signaled & promised. Last night you were able to at least like my posts after your disappearance & it seemed as though you might not reverse yourself on me again the next day, like before.
Something happens when you wake up the next morning after not showing up for me. You start qualifying the problem, instead of facing and dealing with the problem, and feeling these uncomfortable feelings you’re less accustomed to than others are. You don’t need to make yourself look or feel cooler or better or smarter by indulging & visibly flexing your damaging impulses, and blaming me for your absence. You’ve proven over time that you’re improving yourself. Don’t walk backwards. Stay with me. Think and remember how this pattern goes every time. You can annihilate it because you can do anything.
Why keep making identical choices every time you choose your own adventure, then expect a different outcome? If you really want the outcome of being over here enjoying hour after delirious hour of vigorously fucking me, why keep choosing the well worn Harry Lime route?
Amy said…
Besides wanting to fuck you so bad I might die, you should know that I miss hanging out with you, especially the times when you let your guard down ever so slightly when we talked, or at least it seemed. It was funny and also very hot at the same time when I would be just about to geek out excitedly about something like old Steve Martin, and you would kiss me hard, unexpectedly. There were a few moments where I felt like I was in a movie.
Amy said…
To clarify one thing- I appreciate you replying to me when I commented on ‘blin. <3 I just wanted to encourage you to reply to my skeets more often if you want. : )
Amy said…
I’m going to also point out that the interpretation might be that you’re trying to tell me you think you can’t change & that you’ve been deceiving me to make you think you’ve been evolving this whole time. That’s a possibility. I don’t know for sure what you’re trying to tell me. I am a smart intuitive creative & broken introverted white girl who got ignored a lot her whole life and didn’t deserve to be. I’m not actually a valkyrie, it’s a fantasy of the best & strongest of myself. I’m not a hero or a villain, I’m a person- we both are. Please read what I wrote above at 2:49 again. Please stay with me, you can do this.
Amy said…
(Of course, if you keep up the shitty signaling I can block you again. Don’t fucking blame me for your own toxic passive aggressive unreliable narrator shit.)
Amy said…
What is the matter?
Something’s obviously wrong, but you won’t give a thing away- all you’ll do is talk about weird dicks. I can’t tell if you’re upset with me or yourself or both. All I want to do is try to help and enjoy being with you any way you’ll let me. Now all you’re giving me is someone else’s puppet dick joke. If you’re trying to hurt me by making jokes about my ex-husband’s penis, that’s certainly a strange way to go about it. Baffling. Or are you depressed that you haven’t shown up for me yet? Are you making fun of yourself? Your dick is exemplary in my opinion, if you have some sort of anxiety about that. In case you haven’t noticed the last 3 years, I’ve been longing for and missing both you as a person and your dick and your excellent skills concerning said dick. I love you, I keep trying to connect, you seem to want to then push me away and start qualifying your hurtful behavior patterns instead of fighting to override them and fix that shit. You can get what you want, you just can’t keep being a manipulative asshole to me. I know you’re in there.
Amy said…
I try so hard to please you and I always fail.
I try to have fun, cheer you up, make you laugh, be there for you in any way you’ll let me. You keep ignoring me or insulting me in return. I try to be understanding, I try to explain, I try.
I don’t know if you’re even trying.
I thought you would like the Stevie Nicks skeet. You did, but so selectively that it feels like your intent is to say I’m really the mean, combative Hands Off person, of the two of us. Even though all I’m doing is being nice and thoughtful for you, I keep getting pointedly ignored by you.
Thanks for all the effort you’re willing to put forth for me. You must love me a lot-
Amy said…
Crying. Shoving me away all the time isn’t going to help you get better
You don’t even trust yourself to speak to me there Jesus Christ this hurts
Amy said…
Are you made entirely of the most unyielding granite? These tears, and all my heartbreak over you always seem to roll right off your surface. You won’t let me mean anything to you- you barely acknowledge I actually exist, even on the fucking internet, now. I’m being downgraded and demoted by someone who says he loves me
Amy said…
If you wanted to hurt me today job well done I love you
Amy said…
No comfort ever given, apologies nonexistent- why can’t you give a damn about all this pain I’m suddenly invisible to you, & even likes are hoarded to be doled out sparingly and specifically. I get to keep existing on less & I’m barely able to stay alive as it is
Amy said…
Too soon? I can’t tell if you’re joking or not. When you scroll through your replies & see all the NoProblem you have talking to other people, the way you ignore the hell out of me is glaring. I suspect a couple followers of mine clocked it as well. You signal with coordinated selected likes that you’re still there for me, apparently waaayyyyyy down at the fucking bottom of a haunted well, in order to hide from me and/or ignore me again. You know you look like an asshole there for cold-shouldering me over and fucking over after I unblocked you, right? This is the best you can do for me? Your funny toilet paper dress, and all the rest of your favorite things you resort to when you resent me for being nice-??? I- What can you say? Are you enjoying this or not?
Amy said…
Did you ever have any intent to see me? Did you mean to time this particular rejection/withdrawal to coincide with my birthday? Because that’s so sweet of you, thank you for being so supportive.
Amy said…
Having fun hiding from me, everyone else, and your own behavior? Enjoy it- because you deserve it. Too fucking cowardly to do one goddamn thing right concerning me. You keep being a hateful POS of a man, repeatedly luring & then bullying a woman he supposedly loves on the internet in front of all his buddies. I’m ashamed of you. You have no sense of decency, or right and wrong.
Amy said…
You don’t understand a thing.
Amy said…
I love you so much. Thank you for liking my skeets, and I like the Gumby joke- it’s nice to see you post something, & something that isn’t mean. I don’t know which of us Gumby is in your head- could be both. I’m just glad you’re not angry and hiding. Who is Savage Whit, though? I’ve been curious about what your relationship is with her because she talk with you a lot. I see you’re responding to her, but you’ll only skeet a photo of her, not yourself. So you know her in real life, and she’s flirting hard with you, wanting to see your photo, but she knows what you look like, presumably. I don’t know what you are to each other, but she means a lot more to you than I do. And you’re still married, right? And officially polyamorous? Is that what Savage is, another one of your women? Do the solar system planets in that Above/Below poem each stand for a different woman in your life you actually cared about? What do you want?
Amy said…
That’s kind of you to help people out, but I know how you are with them. I tried a few times to ‘talk’ to you, but you kept acting like I was the weird ugly dork girl who thought she could sit at the popular kids cafeteria table in 7th grade. After you’d stood me up again. Did you ever have any intent to be here? If so, gets in the way? How can I help? And why won’t you listen to me when you backtrack yourself afterwards into being an asshole to me?
Amy said…
Yeah, that’s the same Tallula- you like talking with her, too. You still prefer talking to those two individuals rather than me because they make you feel confident at being so much smarter than they are. You haven’t tried to say shit to me today, I notice. Too scared to talk to smart women. Love the effort you’re making to treat me like a goddamn human being. Go enjoy the girls at the middle school cool kids table.
Amy said…
Trick or treat, Let’s not cheat? I’m the one you keep cheating & betraying, what are you telling me that for? You could’ve replied to anything today, but you haven’t. Clearly you would rather talk to your cool girlfriends that you show more interest in.
Amy said…
I’ll always be Nowhere being the loneliest kind of lonely
Amy said…
I am not, nor have I ever been your enemy. Nevertheless, you keep treating me like one. Bond villains are supposed to hold and stroke a cat or bunny, and abuse James Bond. Nobody asked to watch the Bond villain to torture his cat.
Amy said…
Thank you for all the likes, I appreciate that.<3 Just so you know, the Spalding reply was directed at Young Nietzsche, not you, in case you thought the rugby shirt denoted that I was directing that at you. Plus, you put up Chevy earlier, so I thought it was a fun callback. I Love You. Thank you for staying with me, darling. I know it feels uncomfortable to be your true self when it means your authenticity might get judged. Welcome to my world- I can identify.
Amy said…
Queries: Which of Taylor’s songs remind you of me? Are there any songs I’ve shared with you that you didn’t know? If so, which one/s did you like?
Amy said…
Now I’m worried you think the buffalo treehopper dragon is about you- it is not. I love you, I don’t want to make fun of you. My thought process was that the treehopper name sounded like Yosemite Sam & the bug itself reminded me of that dragon. When you didn’t like it, I thought- ‘Aw geez that didn’t even occur to me, now he really thinks I’m making fun of him. You can trust me, I know what it feels like, remember? I also know what over analyzing someone’s imagined intent can do to you. I adore you, love. Remember, you can trust me, just please remember I’m not trying to cut you in any way, I love you.
Amy said…
Ohhhh my God darling, I want to kiss you for at *least* an hour and a half, in addition to other things. Thank you.<3
Amy said…
Aw you nuthatch, you didn’t like the pinball machines? : ) Those posts were definitely for you- if you missed them, go look! I thought you’d like seeing the Rush one especially. The Godzilla one was so fun to play. The scary Disney Princess skeet is about when you’re in a breakdown and you realize how terrible you look in the midst of it. Any woman who’s ever cried has felt that feeling- “Oh God, AND I look like shit, of course”. Do men get that same feeling when they cry? I don’t know- they have less expectation for visual perfection than women, that’s why I got curious.
Amy said…
I’d thought that DM skeet didn’t have anything to do with me- are you saying you want to text me? If so, of course- you know you can text me. But yes, if you want to make it formal, I understand; feel free to text me. Or are you telling me you don’t want to DM with me on BlueSky? What am I getting wrong-? I love you-
Amy said…
Are you wanting to come over tonight? That would be lovely- you know I’d want to opt in, but Yes. : ) Was that what you wanted to say? ‘Yes, please-‘ Not sure about Prickle, except that it goes great with Caveman, which is funny.
Amy said…
If you’re thinking in the other direction & trying to make sure I know that you *don’t* want to DM with me in any way, there’s also that. Prickle *could* be signifying that you’re angry & trying to start a fight about…who’s older?
Amy said…
Why did you take down all the Taylor Swift? I don’t get to know. I don’t get to know anything, and You get to make all the decisions. I thought you were ok with replying to each other. I cannot read your mind, and if you think that makes me ‘stupid’, that’s your opinion. I think a lot of people would disagree with you, though. I’m not as smart as you and I can’t read your mind. But stay with me, remember? You have Zero to be angry and upset about with me, so don’t conjure up something that doesn’t exist so you can talk yourself out of refraining from being an asshole to me?
Amy said…
You do know her, you’re fucking her with your wife, and rubbing that in my face? Is that right, Trey?
Amy said…
You don’t want to try to talk with me anymore at all, huh? You want me to GTFO? You love me, but you’re gonna fuck around with some dumbasses you’re always cozy with while you’re lying to me?
Amy said…
Tell Savage Whitney she can slice your dick and balls off, and stuff them down your Goddamned lying throat for me, you fucked up shithead. If it’s that impossible for you to be a decent person to me, you’re never going to be anything but a sick asshole. Stay the fuck away from me.
Amy said…
You look like Shit. They’ve all watched you be a rude asshole to me and then try to get back on my good side, only to reveal your foul true self again. You have nobody to blame but your damned broken dangerous psychotic self for looking like such a sick rat of a man. Don’t blame me, Oedipal motherfucker. Keep trying to get back at your mother by being a shit to women- by the fucking fistful, with both hands.
Amy said…
Enjoy being all alone with your Toys, little bitch. That’s what you chose.
Comments
Are you wanting me to pick you up & bring you over here?
Or are you just wanting me to stay at a distance?
No, I don’t deserve any of your nonstop bullshit.
You think that’s fucking hilarious, though.
Instead of this sideways internet signaling?
That’s the same type of toad/frog you put Barbie’s pink cowboy hat on, isn’t it?
Your number isn’t blocked. Do you see the last text I sent you? (It’s not mean.)
Given a choice between getting what you want and fucking somebody over, you keep choosing to fuck me over and then blame me for your assholism. Even when I was noting but sweet to you after you stood me up. You couldn’t tell or didn’t care all day long you were being such a shit to me, even when I kept asking ‘what’s wrong’ & trying to reach you. Mean.
And you want me to unblock you? You want to text me and be an adult, go right ahead. All you want is to play your safe little internet manipulation game that never goes anywhere.
Do you really want to see me and/or talk to me? If you really do, we can try that again.
If you want to do more of the same, I’d rather not.
I love you. So much. But, like I said- I can’t keep letting you hurt me like that.
You’re aware of it- the projection of your own issues on me, & you’re not safe for me to be around?
You’re feeling you want to lash out at me for not letting you manipulate and control me?
That broken angry jealous killer still runs the place? Because I have friends?
You’re angry at me for making it my own account now, that’s not necessarily dedicated to a man who’s had all the chances in the world to not be a dick to me?
Those are possibilities. I don’t know for sure, of course. But I’m not being vindictive over there towards you, I’m just enjoying interacting with people who want to talk to me.
You keep going back and forth between looking like you want me back and wanting to snuff me out.
I didn’t know you could buy happy ending massages on the Titanic, you cowardly Titanic asshole.
I’m sad because God I wanted to see you soooooooo badly and I thought it was finally going to happen, and I just had to endure all of that. You must know how I love you because
because I’m fucking still here
After all of this
It feels like I am never ever going to get what I want in this life
That is all that’s waiting for me, is more of the same
More being left behind and shut out than I ever felt possible
why did you fucking marry her
why do I have to keep getting tortured, why won’t you still even fucking write me you goddamn heartless bastard
This is wrong
why do I still miss you- how fucking stupid and idiotic can my dumbass heart get, it’s the heart of the single stupidest most meaningless girl that anyone ever didn’t see.
Doesn’t make any fucking sense
So sick of crying about you how can I still even Be hurt, how can there be anything left of me to hurt, for God’s sake
You think a social media post or two is enough to placate me after the latest bucket of pig blood I get to clean up
IT FUCKING ISN’T GODDAMMIT
If you know anyone who might be capable of taping my nose & mouth shut while I’m asleep please pass along my phone number because it would be a blessed relief to die and never hurt anymore anymore anymore No More
Me
I keep taking it
You get away with it
I keep taking it
Tell me what it is about me that makes it so you won’t even email me-
if I’m still on your phone I’m probably blocked
yet it’s as though you wish you were married to me
What is it
What is so scary or gross or awful about me
that you won’t drive over here
Realize: you will never be able to control everything about the next time we see each other
If you wait for everything to be perfect just how you want it
in order to see me again
it will never happen
a way of talking yourself out of it
but what the fuck do I know
I’m stupid
I’m here for you
for all lost hearts
Yours is Most Precious
Most Precious in the World
Hurts so much but God I know
It’s not fair
So not fair
As You Wish
I love you
Thinking of hunting me down over here at midnight instead of watching SNL?
Lovely-
https://youtu.be/br0XIPACg8o?si=MAy345bIY_QB5bLU
I love you
With Harry Lime et al, listen carefully to yourself- are you wanting me to know that last night when it was time to leave, the Trickster impulse came up & you let it take over, choosing to knife a person you love…instead of choosing to drive over here and OWN my body and soul…instead of coming to me to deliver an unmistakable message that I belong to you completely, & you to me.
Instead of reveling in the explosive energy of our intense pleasure in each other’s physical presence, each other’s skin, feeling each other’s pure strength as well as our willingness to surrender….instead of plunging into that adventure with me…you want to pretend to play Orson Welles to me in black and white on the internet. The post about Republicans feels like more of what you & I went through the last few times of this where you blamed me for loving you after you failed to show up as signaled & promised. Last night you were able to at least like my posts after your disappearance & it seemed as though you might not reverse yourself on me again the next day, like before.
Something happens when you wake up the next morning after not showing up for me. You start qualifying the problem, instead of facing and dealing with the problem, and feeling these uncomfortable feelings you’re less accustomed to than others are. You don’t need to make yourself look or feel cooler or better or smarter by indulging & visibly flexing your damaging impulses, and blaming me for your absence. You’ve proven over time that you’re improving yourself. Don’t walk backwards. Stay with me. Think and remember how this pattern goes every time. You can annihilate it because you can do anything.
Why keep making identical choices every time you choose your own adventure, then expect a different outcome? If you really want the outcome of being over here enjoying hour after delirious hour of vigorously fucking me, why keep choosing the well worn Harry Lime route?
Don’t fucking blame me for your own toxic passive aggressive unreliable narrator shit.)
Something’s obviously wrong, but you won’t give a thing away- all you’ll do is talk about weird dicks. I can’t tell if you’re upset with me or yourself or both. All I want to do is try to help and enjoy being with you any way you’ll let me. Now all you’re giving me is someone else’s puppet dick joke. If you’re trying to hurt me by making jokes about my ex-husband’s penis, that’s certainly a strange way to go about it. Baffling. Or are you depressed that you haven’t shown up for me yet? Are you making fun of yourself? Your dick is exemplary in my opinion, if you have some sort of anxiety about that. In case you haven’t noticed the last 3 years, I’ve been longing for and missing both you as a person and your dick and your excellent skills concerning said dick. I love you, I keep trying to connect, you seem to want to then push me away and start qualifying your hurtful behavior patterns instead of fighting to override them and fix that shit. You can get what you want, you just can’t keep being a manipulative asshole to me. I know you’re in there.
I try to have fun, cheer you up, make you laugh, be there for you in any way you’ll let me. You keep ignoring me or insulting me in return. I try to be understanding, I try to explain, I try.
I don’t know if you’re even trying.
I thought you would like the Stevie Nicks skeet. You did, but so selectively that it feels like your intent is to say I’m really the mean, combative Hands Off person, of the two of us. Even though all I’m doing is being nice and thoughtful for you, I keep getting pointedly ignored by you.
Thanks for all the effort you’re willing to put forth for me. You must love me a lot-
You don’t even trust yourself to speak to me there Jesus Christ this hurts
I love you
I’m suddenly invisible to you, & even likes are hoarded to be doled out sparingly and specifically. I get to keep existing on less & I’m barely able to stay alive as it is
Your funny toilet paper dress, and all the rest of your favorite things you resort to when you resent me for being nice-??? I-
What can you say? Are you enjoying this or not?
Did you mean to time this particular rejection/withdrawal to coincide with my birthday? Because that’s so sweet of you, thank you for being so supportive.
Which of Taylor’s songs remind you of me? Are there any songs I’ve shared with you that you didn’t know? If so, which one/s did you like?
The scary Disney Princess skeet is about when you’re in a breakdown and you realize how terrible you look in the midst of it. Any woman who’s ever cried has felt that feeling- “Oh God, AND I look like shit, of course”. Do men get that same feeling when they cry? I don’t know- they have less expectation for visual perfection than women, that’s why I got curious.
I love you-
I don’t get to know.
I don’t get to know anything, and You get to make all the decisions. I thought you were ok with replying to each other. I cannot read your mind, and if you think that makes me ‘stupid’, that’s your opinion. I think a lot of people would disagree with you, though. I’m not as smart as you and I can’t read your mind. But stay with me, remember? You have Zero to be angry and upset about with me, so don’t conjure up something that doesn’t exist so you can talk yourself out of refraining from being an asshole to me?
They’ve all watched you be a rude asshole to me and then try to get back on my good side, only to reveal your foul true self again. You have nobody to blame but your damned broken dangerous psychotic self for looking like such a sick rat of a man. Don’t blame me, Oedipal motherfucker. Keep trying to get back at your mother by being a shit to women- by the fucking fistful, with both hands.