I like things you hate, and vice-versa.

moistmailman:

Zelda, watching Link’s adventure and seeing him painfully tumble down a large rocky mountain while simultaneously eating 7 full meals on the way down just in order to survive the fall:

To anybody keeping score…

My ex would probably be diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder if she actually talked to a doctor about her feelings.

She drove 9 hours to tell me in person, at work, that she’s decided to stop trying to win me back since I’m clearly moving on with my life.

She accused me of cheating on her…with my new girlfriend…four months after my ex moved off in the middle of the night with the kids and moved in with some guy who works at the fair. She left me a note telling me that she wanted me to find someone else.

So…she literally cheated on me by, you know, clearly having something going with that guy, but now has decided that I moved on too fast for her, so in her mind I cheated on her AFTER she left me…since now she says that she had a mental breakdown, which made her think that leaving me was a good idea. But now that she’s “better” I am supposed to pretend she didn’t do anything wrong. She’s been begging me to take her back since November and I have said no like 300 times. She spent a week here last month, and she ignored every single thing I said about moving on, and when she and the kids…who I only got to see for about an hour over the course of the week…got home safely I blocked her and sent the kids a message saying that I’m always here for them…but I’m blocking their mom since she’s acting like a cock starved lunatic, though I did phrase it differently. When she came to my job the other day to bitch me out, I told her to leave and reminded her that she’s the one who left, but that my decision to not take her back is final and has never been in question. So she told me to go kill myself and warned me that she’s going to make sure the kids hate me. She said I don’t deserve love, hers or the kids’, nor do I deserve to ever be a father again, because I’m too self absorbed.

All because I didn’t let her get away with cheating, leaving, turning the kids against me with bald faced lies, and straight up lying to me for years. I have actual proof she’s lying about everything…but she’s not done yet.

I can see the future, and she’s just getting started.

barbaras-caucasity:

sounddesignerjeans:

we have a real motherfucker here, a true idiot child, someone please come collect your bastard

Walmart trying to contact my mom over the loudspeaker

count-crabula:

I don’t really want to vaguebook, and I don’t really have any friends left anyway. But I need to say something.

My fiancee ghosted me when I went to the Weird Al concert Sunday. She kissed me goodbye, told me she’d see me when I got back Monday, and as soon as I got in my brother’s car she told the kids to pack up their clothes.

I talked to her Sunday night after the concert, and she said she missed me and would see me the next day.

I got home to find a vacant house, and a vague note about how sorry she is that she has to go find out how to love herself again, and she hopes I find someone who likes all the same stuff I do.

I finally got her on the phone, and she said that I had stopped her from being herself. I asked her how I did that.

She said I don’t like country music. That’s it.

Country fucking music. I have never liked it, but it took her five years of me not singing along WHEN SHE LISTENED TO COUNTRY MUSIC to decide that it’s a deal breaker.

I’m afraid I’m going to be better off without her. I listened to whatever she wanted to, I just didn’t like it.

So she took the kids I’ve been helping her raise for five years without warning, or even the chance to say goodbye.

My life, as I’ve built it, ended yesterday without warning or reason.

Update: we talked several times this week. The first conversation actually made me feel even worse, but after the second day I felt better about breaking up because she was being…well, crazy. Then the third day was just a rehash of our regular argument and it left me feeling frustrated and angry as usual.

Then today I spent some time with some friends of hers, and they told me that they’d known for days that she was leaving, and going to a whole other state than the one she’d told me. They didn’t know before she left that I wasn’t going too. So that threw off the whole timeline she’d given me and showed how calculated this whole thing has been, as opposed to her version she’d given me this week. I stupidly confronted her with my new information, and she told me that her kids, who I have been raising for five years, both wanted her to leave me and that her daughter had actually cried when she was told I was supposed to be moving with them.

I Know that’s a lie. I caught her in a lie so she told another, profoundly cruel lie to hurt me. Her daughter and I, and it’s so hard now to not keep calling her my daughter, have been talking about the dog we’re going to get when we move for weeks. She wasn’t crying that I was going, and didn’t know that I wasn’t. There’s no way that the kids hate me no matter what that evil bitch says. But the damage is done. My ex nuked my family. She basically Thanos snapped my last five years away in one cruel week. I miss the kids but she’s using them as weapons to hurt me in a grand game of lies. I wasn’t going to take her back after she’d left like that, but I can’t even be friendly with the bitch who killed my family even if she does look like my lover.

I blocked my ex. I can’t even stand to think about how much time I’ve wasted on her. I needed closure, but I ended up getting hurt more than I’d thought possible.

I don’t really want to vaguebook, and I don’t really have any friends left anyway. But I need to say something.

My fiancee ghosted me when I went to the Weird Al concert Sunday. She kissed me goodbye, told me she’d see me when I got back Monday, and as soon as I got in my brother’s car she told the kids to pack up their clothes.

I talked to her Sunday night after the concert, and she said she missed me and would see me the next day.

I got home to find a vacant house, and a vague note about how sorry she is that she has to go find out how to love herself again, and she hopes I find someone who likes all the same stuff I do.

I finally got her on the phone, and she said that I had stopped her from being herself. I asked her how I did that.

She said I don’t like country music. That’s it.

Country fucking music. I have never liked it, but it took her five years of me not singing along WHEN SHE LISTENED TO COUNTRY MUSIC to decide that it’s a deal breaker.

I’m afraid I’m going to be better off without her. I listened to whatever she wanted to, I just didn’t like it.

So she took the kids I’ve been helping her raise for five years without warning, or even the chance to say goodbye.

My life, as I’ve built it, ended yesterday without warning or reason.

My boss has literally taken the time to pull me into her office and tell me that a customer insulted me for following her policies, and took the customer’s side. My boss hates me for doing what she said.

She told me I hurt her feelings because a coworker ascribed her own comments to me, and even after the obvious truth came out she still holds it against me.

She bitched at me for bringing my wife to the Christmas party, while the co-worker who lied about me brought three kids and a daughter in law. She wrote me up that day for not taking the trash out, even though I told her I had a broken foot.

She called me twelve times when I called in sick to threaten my job. I saved the texts and voicemails because it was funny.

She commanded me to cover a shift, which would have had me working a surprise double, so that she could sleep in. She has done that before.

She went on a vacation to the Mediterranean on the busiest day of the year, which also happened to be the hottest day of the year, without bothering to get the air conditioning unit in the lobby fixed. When the customers all left negative reviews because it was 110 degrees inside and only 104 outside, she treated me like a whiny bitch for saying it was a miserable day. I was supposed to have backup that day, but she forgot to schedule any.

Hmm what else…?

Oh, she routinely insults me behind my back, thinking I’m not capable of reading between the lines when my coworkers drop hints about what she says.

I told her last year that I got tickets to see a concert that’s coming up in a couple of weeks. When I reminded her the other day and turned in a request for a day off, she tried to deny it because the day before the concert was going to be busy, but I already had my shift covered and I don’t even work on the busy day. I have literally reminded her of this event five times in the last year, and put in my request three weeks in advance.

My friend bought me a plane ticket to come to Vegas for his birthday. I requested time off as soon as I knew about it, over a month in advance. My boss gave my coworker preference for vacation days and told me that if I wasn’t there, I would be fired. I asked my coworker if she could please reschedule her vacation, since she knew I didn’t even know about the ticket until it was already bought. She said ok because her plan was just to sit around for a few days anyway. My boss acted like she was doing me a favor by letting us switch our vacation days around, during the dead season.

When my car died in the middle of the road and I called to say I’d be a little late, she called me seven times while I was talking to the tow truck. I ended up being half an hour late.

She refused to cover a couple of hours so I could go to my friend’s funeral. Luckily the other guy didn’t mind staying late for me.

Oh, last week, when I was covering for a shift, I had to call and say I’d be a little late because my wife was in the emergency room. When I got to work thirty minutes late, the new guy who she dropped in the deep end without fully training him told me that she said a bunch of mean stuff about me. In particular he said she was furious at me. For. Taking. My. Wife. To. The. ER.

When some equipment failed, my boss called me a liar when I told her what steps I’d taken to attempt to fix the problem. It was unfixable and a specialist had to be called in. She literally stood over me barking orders while I got my dress pants dirty attempting to fix the equipment. My job does not involve maintenance. We have a maintenance man.

My boss is a terrible person. She has literally never had my back. My coworkers have been very supportive.