....I am as subtle as brick wrapped in lemon to the face. And right now I don't care.
Friday 27 November 2009
Did I ever...
I am just wondering if I ever thanked him for leaving me up to my eyeballs in debt. I'm not really sure I did so readers take this as a belated thanks ever so much I am ever so grateful.
Not that I am making a dig, no not all. By the way just for the record 71.5% APR for a loan that I took out solely to help him is shocking and lucky me I am stuck with it. All the while he gets exactly what he wants, as ever. I am so glad his new life is working out so well. Big car, big house, trips to America oh and let's not forget, only an hour away from Scotland. Ain't he lucky? Oh but wait I am sure he will claim that he is so hard done by. Let's not forget though I had the guts to make the move, and not him, not Garth (who incidentally is ten times the man he ever was), not even God himself/herself/whatever can take that away from me. I am here and he is not, although he might as well be seeing as I am still left picking up the trail of debt he left me with. I am so thankful for that, really.
Broken promises leave a bitter taste in the mouth and it is a taste that no matter how hard I try I cannot get rid of. There is a part of me that thinks I really shouldn't publish this but then the more powerful, spiteful side of me says fuck it. It's nothing short of what he deserves. I admit at times I was impossible and paranoid but at least I didn't leave him drowning in debt. I also never wanted anything but good for him. Ah well, it's a pleasant feeling. I attempted also to be friends, that got thrown back in my face, but alas, clearly he is far too good for the people who stood by him and supported him while he was in Scotland. I also incidentally never left him wondering. I was straight up and honest with him and all he could give in return was lame excuses about not knowing who he was or what he wanted. Pity really.
But hey this little rant isn't about how terrible he was or how terrible I was. In fact I have mostly fond memories of our time together until someone mentions money and his name in the same sentence. Every fortnight I pay the loans that he promised to help with...I am still waiting...and every fortnight I can't help but dislike him more and more for lying and basically taking advantage of a generous nature.
I do mean it when I say thank you of course. Getting through this, as much as sometimes the money situation seems hopeless and never ending by the way, is making me a stronger person than him.
It's simple really.
Not that I am making a dig, no not all. By the way just for the record 71.5% APR for a loan that I took out solely to help him is shocking and lucky me I am stuck with it. All the while he gets exactly what he wants, as ever. I am so glad his new life is working out so well. Big car, big house, trips to America oh and let's not forget, only an hour away from Scotland. Ain't he lucky? Oh but wait I am sure he will claim that he is so hard done by. Let's not forget though I had the guts to make the move, and not him, not Garth (who incidentally is ten times the man he ever was), not even God himself/herself/whatever can take that away from me. I am here and he is not, although he might as well be seeing as I am still left picking up the trail of debt he left me with. I am so thankful for that, really.
Broken promises leave a bitter taste in the mouth and it is a taste that no matter how hard I try I cannot get rid of. There is a part of me that thinks I really shouldn't publish this but then the more powerful, spiteful side of me says fuck it. It's nothing short of what he deserves. I admit at times I was impossible and paranoid but at least I didn't leave him drowning in debt. I also never wanted anything but good for him. Ah well, it's a pleasant feeling. I attempted also to be friends, that got thrown back in my face, but alas, clearly he is far too good for the people who stood by him and supported him while he was in Scotland. I also incidentally never left him wondering. I was straight up and honest with him and all he could give in return was lame excuses about not knowing who he was or what he wanted. Pity really.
But hey this little rant isn't about how terrible he was or how terrible I was. In fact I have mostly fond memories of our time together until someone mentions money and his name in the same sentence. Every fortnight I pay the loans that he promised to help with...I am still waiting...and every fortnight I can't help but dislike him more and more for lying and basically taking advantage of a generous nature.
I do mean it when I say thank you of course. Getting through this, as much as sometimes the money situation seems hopeless and never ending by the way, is making me a stronger person than him.
It's simple really.
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