Let me ask this…what is up with the guys who play games suddenly blaming you for not falling for their crap anymore?
Seriously, really? Major WTF move. Where in the world did they pull that game piece from? Oh, wait. I know where. They pulled it right out of there—nevermind.
I just shake my head when I hear this stuff. If you’ve gotten up the nerve to tell a User Loser, “Game Over,” don’t let them make you doubt your decision. I’m pretty sure you have a whole bag of miserable reasons why you decided and needed to cut him loose.
Your live-in boyfriend has no job, no car, and no apartment/home of his own. As a matter of fact, he doesn’t even have a shoebox to claim because you buy all of his clothes. He takes you to work in your car, drops you off, and picks you up every day—late. (And what is he late for? Being lazy doesn’t require overtime.)
You’ve been dealing with this for years when you find out…duh, duh, duh! He’s cheating. The kicker? You knew about it. It wasn’t the first, second, or third time but this time was enough. You kick him out, but not before he says the infamous, “How you gone do me like that?”
Excuse me as I roll my eyes.
Puh-lease. If and when you ever get to the point of sending him and his raggedy game packing, know this. That’s the best move you’ve made since he walked into your life.
Keep on keeping on and remember the game because, sadly, all the User Losers read from the same tired game book. You’ll recognize it when you see it; it’ll have Jackass written on it.
If you find it lying around…run.