Why do I keep picking guys that have no idea what it means to put me first, not even first, but like simply treat me as a priority.
I guess DMT kind of did, but not really because he’d spend the little money he did have on pizzas and shit instead of figuring out how to come see, but still when he got the chance to see me, he made it happen. He took what little he had and he made it work. He even had money for dinner (which we never went to, but still).
Wallace and I’s one month is tomorrow (well it’s midnight, so today) and I just got back to our college town this afternoon and wasn’t sure how I felt about seeing him, so I didn’t say anything. But then he springs this shit about not being able to see me tomorrow (our anniversary) because he’ll be “working late” nigga do you not work late every fucking day?
Also, it’s funny how he can stay up at midnight and have beers with some fucking stranger (I get he’s a soldier who recently came back from oversees and needs genuine companionship, but shit why did he have to pick my boyfriend?) but not drive 10 minutes to come see me.
We just talked about this, not even 24 hours ago. I’m sick of everything taking precedence over me and what does he do, put some random stranger and his job over me, on our anniversary, the first anniversary we’ve ever celebrated by the way. Cool.