Bob And All His BULLSHIT!!!!!!

The Lies I Was Lead To Believe

So I was told Monday night/Tuesday morning (2/4-2/5) that Bob didn't have the "energy" to make this work and we lived too far away from each other and that any free time was going to be spent with daughter. I said, "So you're just going to be single for the rest of your life?" Implying that if he was too busy with work to date then he was never going to date. He said that he'd come to terms with the fact that that may be so.

Well, here I come to fucking find out that he, as of January 25th, when he went to Cedar Rapids to a movie and dinner is in a relationship with this new girl. 

OH!!!! OHHHHHH! So, really, there was another girl the WHOLE fucking time and he wanted to be in a relationship with HER - NOT me!!!! Oh! Well why the FUCK couldn't he just fucking tell me that? Why is it that people feel the need to lie to one another so that they try to avoid hurting someone's feelings?

I could have been dealing with this for the past week! Instead I'm told a whole bunch of BOB FUCKING BULLSHIT and then find out the truth that he didn't have enough goddamn balls to tell me himself! It's like breaking your arm and a week into it being in a cast it's broken again. 

I am SO fucking sick of people LYING!! You think that your lie is going to make things hurt less? Well what the fuck happens when they find out the truth? How the fuck do you think that's going to make them feel? 

Me? I feel FUCKING GREAT! I feel like a goddamn thousand bucks. I know that I'm not worth a goddamn thing to this man. I'm definitely not worth the truth. I'm not worth the time. The effort. The risk. The chance. But, oh, let's not forget....he told me that I'm amazing. But this girl, she must really be something if she's that goddamn much better than me. 

Bob the Bullshitter. Bob the one who is only going to be spending his free time with his daughter who he told me repeatedly that she said to one of her friends, "My daddy's too busy with his job to see me." To make ME feeling fucking bad that I shouldn't be bitching about how much I miss him and care for him and want to see him because he can barely see his daughter. 

Oh wait, maybe if you weren't SO GODDAMN BUSY lyyyyyyying and seeing a girl in Cedar-fucking-Rapids you'd have time for your daughter. Or well that just the truth twisted as much as you could so that you could use it and make ME feel like SHIT while you walk on water? 

....you know the worst part of all of this? I still, STUPIDLY fucking like him. Yea, I'm THAT dumb girl. I hate him, but I like him. Probably because I like who I thought he was and not the cowardly piece of shit that I'm coming to find he is. 

FUCK MEN! And don't, DON'T tell me they're not all the same! I KNOW they're not. They're either assholes or doormats. And if you're a guy reading this right now and you'r saying, "I'm not an asshole...." then you're a doormat and you don't know it! Congrats. Have a handful of honesty because unlike everyone else I will throw it in your fucking face. Because you at least deserve THAT opposed to being comforted with pretty little lies.