Lies. in Since OD is shutting down....

  • May 25, 2023, 9:04 p.m.
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So I seriously believe he made everything up about the new job. I went on Google and Indeed and didn’t find ANYTHING pertaining to even the city he claimed he was going to. I knew something was off but I was trying so hard to give him the benefit of the doubt because I was really hoping he was trying to do better and at the end of the day, he was just trying to pull more shit on me. It’s sad that after all these years he’s still just as fucking toxic as he was the day I told him I was pregnant.

I knew better than to believe him but I’m glad that I didn’t. I never do and I have been lied to for so long that I don’t believe shit unless there’s proof right in front of my damn face. He knew damn well this magical job didn’t exist but needed a good excuse to quit his fucking job and not look like a fucking douchebag. He was supposed to leave today and obviously isn’t. I just wonder how long and how far he was gonna go with this lie. Probably until I started questioning it and then he would have turned it around on me saying I was all about his money and that I need to mind my own business like he’s done before.

It’s going to be another Summer where I’ll have to fight, beg, scream, and become straight up fucking nutty for my brother to take my kid even for a couple of hours so I can get a break. He has no a fucking clue what that’s like. I remember last Summer feeling so fucking depressed that I couldn’t even stand myself. Being around my kid 24/7 felt like torture. It felt inhumane. You don’t get even 5 minutes a day to relax and it’s not good for you to constantly be running super high levels of cortisol. It’s also maddening when you sit and think about how the Dad is out running around with women, planning to hit the bar and you feel like it’s all at YOUR EMOTIONAL EXPENSE!

It just feels really good to know that it was all a lie and there’s no need to call him out on it or even bother asking him to help with his daughter because he won’t anyway. I don’t dare ASK him to help because it would just be used as a weapon like he’s done in the past. No FUCKING THANK YOU!

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