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2004-06-21 7:33 PM Promises without merit Mood: hurt Read/Post Comments (19) |
I swear, I wasn't going to write an entry today - I wasn't going to take the time. However, in light of recent bullsh** received from Rob, I feel compelled to relieve myself of it here.
Rob and I were supposed to go see Shrek 2 together. The first attempt, we ate dinner too late and missed the early movie; I had class the next day, so the later movie was crossed off the list. The second attempt, I preferred to just have a night 'in' with him. So busy with studying and I just wanted 'down time'. On BOTH occassions, Rob promised me that even though we had missed it twice, he would NOT see it without me. What a load of bullsh** that turned out to be!!! You know, I wish I could say I was just angry or jealous that he is going to see it and I still haven't; unfortunately, I can't say either because I am too f***ing hurt. He actually had the audacity to call me and tell me he was going to do it (not only that, but that he has had the plans to do it for quite some time), not give a crap that he lied to me and that his lie hurts, but then he just hangs up with a "I'll talk to you tomorrow." (Note that his comment was preceded by his question, "Can I call you later?" I said, "No.") To which I responded, "No, you won't." He retorted, "Then, I guess I'll talk to you the next day." Again, I respond with a "No, you won't." Rob, get the clue. I do NOT accept being "unfortunately f***ed up" to - just ask a couple of former friends (and even a few current ones who were around) and they'll tell you. It's one thing to make a mistake and admit it afterward, but it's a whole other thing when you fess up that you have had plans to do something you PROMISED you would not do! So totally screwed up. I do understand this is something small and, frankly, it shouldn't be a big deal. As I said, it probably wouldn't be, but for the fact that this is something he planned to do after promising not to; on top of it, he waited until the last minute to tell me that he "unfortunately f***ed up" to me. Like that's enough to rectify the fact that he "unfortunately f***ed up". Whatever. It's not. It's nowhere near enough. This is truly pathetic; I'm upset and agitated over this and I have bigger things to be upset over and worried about right now. Well, at least I found out now that he will "unfortunately f*** up" to me. In the end, I guess that is a lesson learned and heeded. "Unfortunately f*** up" to me about something small, and he is sure to "unfortunately f*** up" to me about something big. God, I trusted him. Took me forever it seemed, but I did give him my trust. My bad. No, his bad. Read/Post Comments (19) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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