First Post of it's kind...
I should have started this post nearly 3 months ago, when I started having my problems...
BF and I had another episode yesterday when I became his emotional punching bag. Stuff happens to him in his business with his 'so-called' friends and he yells at me for stupid stuff like not making the bed one morning, or because I asked him to get a single load of clothes out of the dryer. I mean, I understand that he works until 4 and I am at school until 2, but I at least make an attempt to keep the place clean. He'll use a comb and not put it back. He'll get some mail and leave it on the computer desk. Then he gets mad at me for putting all of his papers and stuff in a pile! Well clean it the fuck up! And then he yells at me... I'm not a fucking maid, you know?
And why do I have to do all the laundry anyway??? He's got so many specific things he wants done to his clothing , like folding the shirts this way, or using this specific hanger to hang his pants, or buttoning his dress shirts that way...he should just do it himself! I guess since he pays the bills I am at dept. I can't get a regualr job because no one wants a person to work for them in the afternoon to evening, unless your a waitress. and since i dont have those skills, i'm a bus girl when one of them calls out sick. man, the movie theatre didnt even want me! so I'm stuck, working every once in a while. But things will change when I graduate in december. I'll get a SALERY job and be able to pay my own bills!...
I just wish I didnt feel so hopeless all the time...
And I think, my BF doesnt love me anymore.
BF and I had another episode yesterday when I became his emotional punching bag. Stuff happens to him in his business with his 'so-called' friends and he yells at me for stupid stuff like not making the bed one morning, or because I asked him to get a single load of clothes out of the dryer. I mean, I understand that he works until 4 and I am at school until 2, but I at least make an attempt to keep the place clean. He'll use a comb and not put it back. He'll get some mail and leave it on the computer desk. Then he gets mad at me for putting all of his papers and stuff in a pile! Well clean it the fuck up! And then he yells at me... I'm not a fucking maid, you know?
And why do I have to do all the laundry anyway??? He's got so many specific things he wants done to his clothing , like folding the shirts this way, or using this specific hanger to hang his pants, or buttoning his dress shirts that way...he should just do it himself! I guess since he pays the bills I am at dept. I can't get a regualr job because no one wants a person to work for them in the afternoon to evening, unless your a waitress. and since i dont have those skills, i'm a bus girl when one of them calls out sick. man, the movie theatre didnt even want me! so I'm stuck, working every once in a while. But things will change when I graduate in december. I'll get a SALERY job and be able to pay my own bills!...
I just wish I didnt feel so hopeless all the time...
And I think, my BF doesnt love me anymore.
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