Max got off work on Sunday and asked me if he could go get weed. I got upset, even though he DID ask me... It turned into an argument, and I told him to just go get the damn weed. He would have gotten it no matter what I said.
Well, he got it fronted to him not knowing for sure if he was getting his paycheck or not. He didn't get a paycheck. He had the audacity to ask ME for the money. Sorry - YOU fucked up. I'd like to see him FOR ONCE have to live up to his mistakes. I didn't give him the money. I'm not going to. I want him to tell his drug dealer that he just doesn't have the money. I'm sure he'll understand seeing as how much he's such a "really nice guy."
He makes me want to drive my head through a fucking wall.
He got mad at me for not wanting to help and told me not to give him a hard time. I asked him, "Why don't you deserve a hard time?" I told him how weed has been the biggest problem in this relationship and why shouldn't he expect this?
He got mad AGAIN much later when I didn't want to help him figure out what to do. When asked why, I told him that he has always put weed before me, and I started to tear up in anger.
I said a lot more today. I told him how his "habit" has ruined this relationship. I can't gather the nerve to leave him though... It seems the opportunity always comes up in the car, and I don't want to do it in the car... I don't want that awkward car ride.
This has driven the wedge so far between us that it's definitely not coming out now.
I was too upset to do homework or spend ANY more time with him, so I went to the movies with Michael. We saw 22 Jump Street. It was hilarious. I loved it.
I went to Dad's house earlier today to check up on him and the puppy. They're great. I'm glad he likes her. Winter named the puppy "Sarah." I hate it, but you can't argue with a five year old, so I guess that's her name.
I'm exhausted (mostly emotionally) so I'm going to bed now.
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