Seriously, I waste so much damn time on Josh.

Story :

Yesterday, he got the first half of his root canal done. I had prepared all day to take care of him that night. First, I offered to take him to the root canal doctor. Which I did. But his mom came, and that was stupid. I didn't want her to come because she always has something she needs, and I'm not going to waste my gas on her, I don't care that much. So, yea, she needed this and that from Wal-Mart. Well, we had to go BACK to their house first...Then go BACK to Wal-Mart. And Josh hands me off to his mom and tells us to go...No...I looked at him like "What-the-fuck" And so he went instead.

So, on the way home, I buy him the largest milkshake, $3 and he throws the straw paper in my car floor. No, I have a fucking trash bag. Next, we get home and he doesnt want to drink the milk shake. So he let's the mother fucker sit and melt to no good. Waste of my $3.

I shook all that off and just let him sleep on me.

Well, last night, he said he wasn't going to work so I planned my entire day, today, around him. I was gonna go to class, and come back to his house and take care of him. So, instead of running all my errands while I'm out and about in Winston already, I come straight home and get my stuff ready. Just for him to tell me he's going to go to work now. I called him and pitched a fucking fit over it too. Now, I've got to waste my fucking gas and go back out and do all those errands that I could've done earlier.

His excuse is the money, money, money. God forbid he lose fucking money. Holy shit, it's the end of the world. I'm fed up with this fucking shit. Money and work and his car are so much more ahead of me that I always come second after those three things. I'm fucking sick and tired of revolving my fucking life around his dumbass when he can't do the fucking same for me. I'm livid.

Sick of wasting my fucking time. I'm fucking done. I'm done, I'm serious. Things are going to change. Now.