FUCK YOU FOR TELLING ME TWO WEEKS BEFORE MY BROTHER’S WEDDING. 

FUCK YOU FOR TELLING ME BEFORE FATHER’S DAY. 

FUCK YOU FOR TELLING ME BEFORE EMILYS BIRTHDAY

FUCK YOU FOR RENTING OUR HOUSE OUT THREE WEEKS BEFORE TELLING ME.

FUCK YOU FOR MAKING EVERY HOLIDAY OR HAPPY DAY AN EVEN WORSE DAY.   

FUCK YOU FOR SAYING “YOU FORCED ME TO TELL YOU.”

FUCK YOU FOR ME SAYING FOR YEARS THAT YOU NEED INDIVIDUAL THERAPY AND YOU DIDN’T LISTEN TO ME, BUT AFTER ONE PHONE CALL WITH YOUR COUSIN, YOU AGREE TO THERAPY.  ALSO, YOU ARE MAKING THE ONE OF THE BIGGEST DECISIONS OF YOUR LIFE AND HURTING THE TWO PEOPLE WHO MEAN THE MOST TO YOU, BUT YOU STILL DON’T NEED INDIVIDUAL THERAPY.

FUCK YOU FOR ME SAYING FOR YEARS THAT YOU NEED TO STAND UP TO YOUR MOM AND DO WHAT’S BEST FOR YOU AND YOU DIDN’T LISTEN TO ME, BUT AFTER ONE PHONE CALL WITH YOUR FRIEND, YOU AGREE TO STEP BACK FROM YOUR MOM.

FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME GIVE SO MUCH AND DOING WHATEVER YOU AND THE THERAPIST SAID AND IT NOT MEANING A THING.

FUCK YOU FOR GIVING ME THESE GLIMMERS OF HOPE WHICH JUST STOKED THE FLAMES MORE.  YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME GO WHEN I GAVE YOU THE CHANCE.  I’M NOT A HORSE.  STOP TEMPTING ME WITH THE CARROT.