broken_songbird
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- Aug 27, 2022
- 65
My boyfriend is trying to get me to dump him so he doesn't have to do the dirty work. Big man got a big job in the city and needs to shed some baggage. I had a CTB date set before he stumbled into my life, and I decided to put my plans on hold. He doesn't know that. We were both sick. He took me in. We took care of each other. And this new person I live with is a different guy all together. I feel tricked. Betrayed. Hopeless. The point overall is that if somebody can flip a switch like that after 8 months of living together, I don't really see the point in trying again. If after everything we've been through, he's the wrong dude? I choose to be done with relationships. I just attract the wrong dudes and it's not worth this. I cause enough of my own emotional agony, I don't need someone else around adding to it.
But the point is, I already know how I'll CTB and I have my ticket. I have to sell my car to fulfill an important promise I made. Then I think I'll take the money I have left over from the promise and check into a fancy hotel at a casino. One with a big bath tub and fluffy towels with strong central air so I can shove one of those towels under the door while I take bong hits in the tub. I've always wanted to play roulette, so I'll blow my cash on booze and gambling for a night. See a show. Last year I gave myself a great birthday because I knew I'd be alone. So it seems fitting to give myself a good last few days.
At first I thought I would CTB at the hotel, but I'm going with my original plan of doing it in the wilderness. Nobody deserves to find another person like that.
I thought having a family who cares about me and having a safe place to live would help me get a boost toward improving my life. Instead it just gave me more to lose. Without warning.
But the point is, I already know how I'll CTB and I have my ticket. I have to sell my car to fulfill an important promise I made. Then I think I'll take the money I have left over from the promise and check into a fancy hotel at a casino. One with a big bath tub and fluffy towels with strong central air so I can shove one of those towels under the door while I take bong hits in the tub. I've always wanted to play roulette, so I'll blow my cash on booze and gambling for a night. See a show. Last year I gave myself a great birthday because I knew I'd be alone. So it seems fitting to give myself a good last few days.
At first I thought I would CTB at the hotel, but I'm going with my original plan of doing it in the wilderness. Nobody deserves to find another person like that.
I thought having a family who cares about me and having a safe place to live would help me get a boost toward improving my life. Instead it just gave me more to lose. Without warning.