I've only ever hated one person in my life. It was my first step-father and that's enough about him. (Sorry mom). I know it's not right to hate so I try to leave that out of my life as much as possibe.
For you, I'm thinking I need to make an exception. We started out fine nearly three years ago. Things were great at first. We both put a lot into the relationship and got a lot out of it. I poured my time and energy into you and you introduced me to a whole new world. Things got comfortable and we just enjoyed our time together.
About a year and a half in, we started having some ups and downs. Nothing major, but I needed a little time away. Not much, just a break now and then. I had dropped all my other friends to spend time with you and all I wanted was to invite them over for a movie or to play cards.
Earlier this year, I rededicated myself to you, forsaking all other distractions. What did you do? You announced, rather boldly I might add, that you were changing. You didn't like how you looked anymore and you wanted to make changes. Well, I don't like change, but you didn't care. You wanted to change anyway and if I wanted to stick with you, I had to accept it. You gave me a deadline, but while I was thinking about our future together, you stopped keeping our dates. We agreed to meet twice a day, but you didn't show up. I have to go get you each and every time now. It's getting really old. On top of that, I don't like your new look. You remind me of that actress from Dirty Dancing, Jennifer Grey. You changed so much that I don't even recognize you. Sure, the new look might grow on me, but if you don't start acting right, I don't know if I can stick with this relationship. It's become a love/hate thing.
I don't know if I can live like that anymore.
A disgruntled Blogger user