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Valentine’s Day

Just another day.

Tomorrow is the 1 year anniversary of my Ex BF accusing me of not putting a paper plate under the bacon that I cooked…

…and then saying that I’d done it lots of times before (which I hadn’t) and then calling me a Liar when I denied it.

Because he was nothing but a fat 350lb fucking slob who thought he was right 100% of the time, that the only opinion that mattered was the one HE gave YOU, and generally being an all-around Asshole, I screamed at him.

I Tweeted about it (“This Fat Bastard is going to be shot of me soon” - exact quote in my Timeline on Twitter) and then called my Mom and said “I need to move out.”

I also wrote a Tumblr about it. It’s still there, somewhere.

I am not sad about leaving him, it was the best thing I ever did.

Everyone, except one guy who is on here who I can’t mention by name, congratulated me & said it was the best move I ever made, was happy for me for being brave & getting out of an obvious mentally abusive relationship (if you even want to call it that).

So, here I am.

1 year later, gaining weight every day that I can’t seem to get rid of, not being able to find someone to have an actual relationship with and trying not to cry because being lonely isn’t fun.

Valentine’s Day - bah. Means nothing.

It’s just another day to go to work.