Being with my boyfriend has helped me realize how much of a bitter, my way or the highway, cuck my dad actually is.
Like fuck you old man. Just because your life sucks and your wife is an alcoholic but you’re too much of a vagina to tell her not to have a beer at a place that serves beer so you take it out on my boyfriend. Maybe YOU need a beer or a bowl of weed. Fuck you. My boyfriend could beat the ever loving shit out of your old broken body. You’re made because he’s peeing all over your trees you piss on daily to make it known you’re a man (if you were a dog). My boyfriend is not who you think he is. Just because his mom has a reputation doesn’t mean you can judge him for that and act like he’s dirt. YOU ARE THE DIRT.
You probably don’t even know his middle name, his favorite food, his preferred fishing lure or anything. You have never taken the time to go somewhere with him and get to know him because you have such a stick up your ass.
Just because your childhood was also shit doesn’t mean you can act all high and mighty now that you have a big man job.
“Look ma! I’m successful”.
Being with my boyfriend has also helped me get a backbone and not be such a pushover. I still have a hard time standing up to my dad bc he thinks he’s always right and likes to reestablish his masculinity lol.
Well. Sorry guys, I had to rant a little bit there. This probably doesn’t make much sense…