To the rest of you girls who want to be in "true lovez 4eva!!!one!!omg!" with the first guy who tells you you are pretty. You end up in that shitty house with no furniture with a guy who consistently ignores what you want over and over in favor of what he wants. He's not mature enough to realize that a real relationship means he has to choose you over his friends/xbox/beer pong/weed/stripper friend who might be helping him score coke, so he treats you like his mom, talking you into doing his laundry, cooking him meals, and blowing him while your needs go unmet. And sure, you cry in the shower so he won't hear thinking, "but he loves me. Love is hard." and while you think this you are also cheating on him with some dude you met at the Kwik Mart while you were buying lube and rubber gloves and happened to also be into that...
Now, I know you ladies are reading this going "no, that is not true, I never saw him scoring coke...he said he spent that money paying the electic bill...why do we have no lights...?" and you think I am bitter because my boyfriend invited his entire family over and then dumped them on me because he wanted to play with his friends and then I spent forever doing dishes for his family while he played football and his mom couldn't even say good bye or thank you to me BUT THAT IS NOT THE CASE. I'm telling you that you are far better off just having a series of one night stands all through college until eventually one of those boys knocks you up and you marry him so you don't have to be a single mother, have three more with said guy, then divorce him for everything he is worth.
*le sigh*
I'm getting too cynical even for MY own liking. That's a little depressing.
-embee
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