Could I have possibly wasted the last 4 years of my life?
I'm betting almost totally on yes after tonights little fucking fiasco. He denys he acts like a spoiled child. Doesn't stomping down the stairs and whining about where you shit is (like i'm supposed to have an up to the minute tracking system of where *his* shit is) constitute acting like a spoiled child? (Fill me in if I totally fucked up that definition, please!)
He says fucking dog toucher has offered him a place to stay in case shit ever goes wrong between us. FUCK HIM. Let the pervert have him. Its company more suited to my darling fetishist anyway. He can be a pornography whore over there and act however he fucking pleases. And I could die alone out in the woods w/ my cats.
That *is* after all how I did predict it would all turn out, and I am usually right...eventually.
