It kind of makes me wonder how much you've lied to me. I can't believe you listened and let me apologize to you for yelling at you for something that supposedly wasn't true in the first place. You told me it was okay; you forgave me. You were going to let yourself get away with it. Because what I don't know, won't kill me, right? You could've just admitted it to me right at the start, but no, you had to deny it and let that guilt for getting angry with you stay with me for those past few days. When you finally did tell me, it was only because I had to ask you, straight forward. And it wasn't a big deal, 'cause it was only four days, right?
I can't believe you had the audacity to sit there and ask me to say something, and when I wouldn't, get angry with me and walk away from me. You want me to feel guilty again, don't you? Well, guess what? That's not going to happen, because it's not my fault; it's yours.
I'm back at my mom's. I kind of thought I'd be coming back today to talk to you, sort things out, and be there to stay. I didn't expect this, at all.
No, I'm not being over-dramatic. This may have been nothing to you, but to me, it was a big deal. It was a big fucking deal. I don't care how much we needed the money, it was stupid.
I'm not going to crawl back to you this time. I won't do it. It wasn't my fault, and there's nothing I need to feel guilty about or apologize for. It's all on you, sweetie.