We worked different shifts. I had to take you to work so I missed out on doing anything unless I wanted to waste gas (because you have no concept of gas usage and filling my tank once every other week didn't cut it). I literally gave up my free time and spent it sitting at Wendy's waiting to work because you felt like you couldn't live without being at my house. But yeah, sure, I didn't let you watch your shows or listen to your music. Especially not after you got off work at went home to your own place.
No, you spent that time drinking and playing video games and bringing more bed bugs home.
Not sorry that, after a day of spending 10+ hours at Wendy's, I wanted us to watch something we both liked instead of the shallow generic shit you watch. (You claim to be a feminist and yet you defend fanservice as if those drawn and made up characters use panty shots to feel empowered. There's nothing empowering to a real life woman about a man sitting in his studio and drawing nothing but tits that can't physically fit into their tops irl and drawing upskirt shots of young women.)
Aaaand considering I was the only one who could drive, yeah we listened to my fucking music. I have driving anxiety. Listening to music I like and am familiar with helps a little.
JFC I defended you and your lazy unmotivated ass constantly. I outgrew you the first time we dated, I was just miserable and looking for something familiar after Michael. Yeah, that's my fault. But I haven't been sitting around and blaming you for me changing. Sorry I accidentally forced you to grow a bit as a person, please do revert back to the incompetent man child you were.
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