Posted 27th October 2011 00

You blame us- the women in your life- for leaving you alone when the truth is when you choose to be a jerk, when you choose to hit, shove, break our things, cheat, lie– every time, it’s a step. And then one day, the door opens and we use those steps to walk right out the door. Yet, you get angry with us. Blame us. As if somehow, being abused by you is supposed to be some sort of privilege. You’re the one who put the steps there. If you had treated any of us with dignity, we would have never even heard that door open. But instead, you did it- you put the steps there. You made it easy, so easy, to walk away. But by all means, keep getting mad. Point fingers blame. I would think it could only happen so many times before you figure out…. well, it may be never that you figure it out. Won’t matter. I’ll be loooong gone, dickface, long gone.

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