Me:
No. He says he’s stopped doing that.
He’s just used verbally derogatory terms, and I just drove by him hanging out at a homeless tent and yelled that he’s a lying user.
Alice:
That’s not a good and healthy relationship for you, babe. At all.
Me:
I know.
Alice:
And you deserve someone wholesome and loving.
Me:
He ran off because I told him there’s information available online about how he’s a piece of shit.
Alice:
Ugh. Exhausting.
Me:
The last wholesome relationship I had was for 6 years and we didn’t have sex for 5, and I spent the whole 6 years apologizing for his weirdness.
Alice:
You need an actually good person.
Me:
I’m going to walk over to dickhead and tell him.
Alice
Is that a good idea?
Me:
You know what? I no longer know what is a good idea.
It’s 154PM here, so better time than any.
Alice:
Amazing how bad circumstances make all ideas seem good.
Me:
It’s light outside. I’ll take one of my books and if he’s a dickhead, I’ll throw it at his stupid head.
If he’s not, I’ll give it to one of his meth buddies. Jesus.
I don’t think he’s actually doing meth, but he’s smoking weed and drinking cheap vodka with homeless people and acting like they’re better than me.