Rating: R
Original Date of Completion: 2003
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That's it.
It's finally happened.
After lord knows how long, I have finally reached the point where enough is enough. A person can only take being stepped on for so long. I put up with a lot of shit from Brett. Too much shit. I can't count the times I saved his life. Or the times when I blatantly lied to Ryn's face so she'd take him back. Or the times I took a bottle out of his hands to stop him from doing something stupid. No, I can't count that high. But what I can count are the times I got thanked for that stuff.
Zero.
Never did I hear the words thank you come out of his mouth. Never did he say he appreciated what I was doing, that he understood I did it because I cared for him. No, all he did was spit in the face of my caring, and go right back to doing what I tried to protect him from. Don't get me wrong, this is not about a thank you. It's two simple words, I could care less. What this is about, is having the knife driven into my back one too many times. What this is about is putting my life on the line for him, and getting nothing but pain in return.
I've been a forgiving person. He's done so much to hurt me, and everything I've just let go. Two or three times ago, I wanted to kick him off. I thought I'd reached that point, but I hadn't. With a push from Curtis, the one that he'd hurt to hurt me, I realized that I wasn't at that point, and persevered with Brett.
The next time came along like no other. Brett screwed me over, and my loyalty made me forgive him. Even through all of this shit, I've remembered what he did for me. He pulled me out of the manwhore hole, basically saved my life, bork bork bork. While that does mean a lot to me, and I'll be forever thankful for it, that one thing is not enough. For everything he's put me through, he'd have to save my life approximately 12 million times, buy me a car, a house, a boat, a personal slave, and pay my taxes for the next 90 years. Needless to say, that's never going to happen.
And that brings me to the point I am now. He screwed me over again. He set me up to take the fall for the worst possible thing he could've done. For fucking drugs. But you know what? I don't care. I've realized now that I don't need to keep helping him. If he wants to keep fucking up, there is nothing I can do. I'm beyond caring anymore. I don't need him in my life anymore. He is more of a liability than a friend. Chrissy, Frala, Natalie, Shawn, and now even Kirk, are REAL friends. Brett, Brett just used me. He took my caring for weakness, and took advantage of me at any point he could. Well, he'll have me to take advantage of no more. I don't need him in my life. And I no longer want him in my life. This last time pushed me to the point I'd been wanting to get to for so long. He pushed to my rope's end. And this time, there is no climbing back up.
I. Am. Done.
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