I'm going to be writing in a very bleak manner. I am not getting into the specifics because I'll get in more trouble.
When times get as tough as this, it's so easy for me to just wallow in my own misery and dwell upon the things that make me feel like crap. It's so easy to shoulder the blame, like Atlas did the globe, and it's easy to accept the fingers that are wrongfully pointed my way, because even if I want to break each and every single one of those fingers, I just don't have the energy to do so.
It's so easy to let the tears roll down. It's so easy to just cry and accept everything on the outside because everything else on the inside is shit.
I am not responsible for the Neanderthal's total lack of manliness. I am not responsible for his attitude. It's not my fault he's so insecure that he felt it necessary to fabricate stories about me and the boyfriend. I understand the possibility of him disliking me because of the way I seem to have put a leash on the boyfriend's neck, but that doesn't justify him inventing stories and telling every living soul we know about it. His inability to talk man to man about this just proves what a pusillanimous, spineless excuse of a man he really is.
Never mind the fact that he says he "respects" my boyfriend. If he sincerely does, he wouldn't have talked bad about us. That again proves he's not a man. He most likely has half a ball because he couldn't even be civil. He walks straight, a homo-sapien by description, but is oblivious to the traits that differentiates human beings from beasts - perhaps because he doesn't have any.
I don't need an apology. I want him to say why he lied. The fact that his and my boyfriend's DNAs match is not reason enough to drag us into whatever game he's playing.
But i'm not holding my breath. It might be too much to ask from someone like him.
