The Psychotic Joy that is Eric (someone needs to send this to his girlfriend)

So I used to live with an alcoholic abusive piece of shit.  Today, while cleaning out the bags of shit I collected from my car so I could trade it in for my new one, I came across something.  It was a note I had left him one morning.

 If you’ve never lived with an alcoholic abusive piece of shit, congratulations.  If you have, perhaps you’ve endured alcoholic rants that make absolutely no sense whatsoever.  By the time I had left him this note, I was taking $20 for every violation – so if he came home and was a dick, $20. If he came home and hit me, $20.  If he came home and kicked me out of the bed, $20.  There were mornings I took $60 or $80 from him – he was such a moron that when I’d get home, he’d simply say “Damn, I must have been buying drinks for everyone because I’m missing some money.”

 I’m pretty sure after this night, I took at least $60 if not $80.  What would I do with this money? Sometimes I’d take a friend to lunch. Or go shopping. But I never did tell him what I did LOL

 1:15 a.m.

I just want to get it all down before I forget.

1. I’m a whore and you want to know how long I’ve been fucking everyone in the ‘crew.’
2. We’re done – you don’t love me and you don’t need me.
3. You’ll never be faithful to me (did I mention he cheated all the time?)
4. I don’t love you.
5. You’re going to let Rascal (my dog) out and lie to me about letting him run away.
6. I need to get my shit and get out (this was a recurring theme)
7. You paid my way through college and I never thanked you for it (I met him when I was 28 – I had my 3 degrees by then – this is the same guy who screamed at me for being a Nazi one night – and he’s the one who’s German).
8. I need to buy 28 acres for us.
9. Biting me three times – well that was just a bonus.
10. I shouldn’t cry about you nailing me in the ribs on purpose.

 Yes – I think that covers it.  Oh. And you hate me.  You almost pee’d in the closet and then pee’d in the bathroom sink instead.  Plus the FDA is my boss.

 Have a great day, Asshole.

 Ahh yes – the joy of Eric.  The guy who would throw all my shit out on the front porch – or better yet, all four corners of the neighborhood, including my shoes, and have to help me collect it all the next day. A few nights, his dog would try to leave with me – that always helped his mood.  As I face turning in my Camry this week, I won’t miss it – it is dented on all four sides from Eric throwing shit at it or landing on it when he would chase me in the road. 

 And people wondered why I’ve been single  for three years?!! 

 As for Eric – I still see him out on occasion – and when I hear about the fights with his girlfriend I just laugh – been there, done that.  And he claims I’ve ruined him for other women LMAO

Happy Monday!

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