That's the guy who is like my dad. Well, for the last few day's, he's been drinking and turned into, pardon the french, a dickhead.
He's getting drunk on cheap cider and pratically living in the pub, and when he is here, he's asking people VERY personal question's and getting into everyone's business.
Like, he asked a member of our 'clique' what colour hair his ex wife had. That's THE only question he asked about her.
WTF does it have to do with him?.
And, just because i asked his advice 6 week's ago about something, doesn't mean i want it now.
Yes, my boyfriend does love me even though i'm here alone. I don't need you and that smackhead you've developed a crush on interfering in my life, spreading stupid rumour's around the house and pissing people off.
That's what i hate about living here. I'm not sure who i can trust anymore. I know for certain there's about 5 people i do trust without any doubt.
I hate living here.
He's getting drunk on cheap cider and pratically living in the pub, and when he is here, he's asking people VERY personal question's and getting into everyone's business.
Like, he asked a member of our 'clique' what colour hair his ex wife had. That's THE only question he asked about her.
WTF does it have to do with him?.
And, just because i asked his advice 6 week's ago about something, doesn't mean i want it now.
Yes, my boyfriend does love me even though i'm here alone. I don't need you and that smackhead you've developed a crush on interfering in my life, spreading stupid rumour's around the house and pissing people off.
That's what i hate about living here. I'm not sure who i can trust anymore. I know for certain there's about 5 people i do trust without any doubt.
I hate living here.
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