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The next morning Cheyenne very timidly told me that she was having “doubts about our relationship.” I realized later how much planning had gone into this attempt to break up with me: she had waited until after the house party because she didn’t want the break up to interfere with her fun. But she had made me take Chaser during the party so that I would be bright and alert and ready for her break-up speech. She had also planned on the fact that I usually go the gym on Sunday morning. This was basically a hit-and-run tactic: she wanted to break up with me in a way so that I would not have time to discuss it with her. She had even arranged to stay at a friend’s house that night so she wouldn’t have to see me.

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Going to a bar with some friends somehow turned into going to a strip club with about ten other graduate students. I will state here that I hate strip clubs: in my work I know teenage girls that strip because they need the money. I see stripping as an institution that exploits the poor. Cheyenne’s view of strip clubs was a lot like her view of the Virgin Mary tattoo: if a man went to a strip club it was vile and a form of oppressing women, but if a woman went it was reclaiming female sexuality. This was, of course, total bullshit but I didn’t say anything.

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At the end of the year I quit my job, moved to the South, and took a job in education. At the job interview I lied and referred to Cheyenne as my “fiancé.” Originally I had not wanted to move in with her—primarily because my job would be requiring me to get up at 6:30 and, as a graduate student, she would often sleep until noon. However, she managed to browbeat me into moving in. This, my therapist would later tell me, was another red flag.

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Let me start by saying how grateful I am to this site. I have been choking on my own bitterness and rage for months. My therapist has suggested to write down my feelings—but if you can’t share that angst with anyone it’s just not the same. Retelling this story has gotten very long and I apologize for that. I only hope that other viewers will find it enjoyable reading.

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I hate my dad so dearly, like one would hate a corrupt dictator of his own land for years of injustice and cruelty. He is a stupid, closed minded and over bearing man and uses the excuse of fatherly love so ridiculously it has created the exact opposite. We have become arch enemies, me being the freedom fighter and him being the evil crowned king of the family.
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I hate my ex-girlfriend with the fury of a thousand supernovas. While this may seem like a typical comment, the full impact of this comment will surely seep into the readers’ mind as you read below. I hope you all take what you read here to heart, and remember it as a cautionary tale about mixing love and trust with addictions.
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This world is overloaded with stereotypes. Why in hell should I call a man ‘a distraction’, if he’s a total dickhead. This God damn politeness drives me mad. I hate being polite! Why should I, if no one cares, it’s just the question of the stereotyped morale which we all pretend to live according to, but which we all hate as much as possible.
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There is nothing more promising being present during a bright, spring wedding of two people embarking on the beginnings of a new life together. Ahh, the beginning of spring: the warm sun caressing your face, the sound of birds whispering their melody for the first time this season; the fragrant smell reflecting the freshly manicured landscape and the beauty of all that spring brings. Can you feel the excitement in the air? All anticipating the arrival of a beautiful young bride walking down the aisle to take the hand of her love to live happily ever after. (SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!)
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1) I hate the way you make me feel so safe and secure, like there is nothing else in the world that I could have or long for that would be able to protect me and comfort me like the touch of your hand, the feel of your skin, or the promise of your love. I know there is nothing else that could replace that and that I am totally and utterly dependant upon you for that feeling.
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I hate when people complain all day, and I know that right now I am complaining, but I usually never do so anyone reading this, listen up. If you posted a comment like “I hate my boss”, or “I hate my kids”, then think about how they feel. If your kids are reading your complaints about them, how do they feel?
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I have never had that much hatred about a person before, but here I am, Sarah is the one. I’ve only been hanging out with her for like a 2 monthes and I already fell out with her, I can list anything bad to describe her: racist ass, 2 faces (actually, I think its more than 2), shit stering, big headed, cool wanna-be, no sence of style, the biggest mouth in the world, the bitchest person in the planet (she basically bitch about every single person in the planet), chavy, very jealousy personality, and EVERYTHING ABOUT HER IS A LOAD OF RUBBISH! I really hope someone will feed her with shit one day.
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Is there really any good in me? Have I done anything good in life? Have I? I’m always in the wrong… my family is always right. My mother especially. Everything I do is wrong! Why doesn’t anyone understand what I feel, how I think, what makes me smile, sad, laugh, hate? I finally realized last week. I have no one. I am alone. No one can understand anything about me. I cannot reveal to them my deepest, darkest secrets. They will abandon me. Run away from me like I am a psycho axe murderer.
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There was a time in my life not so long ago that I was a pretty terrible person. There was no regard in my life for myself or others. I didn’t think about my family before I did things and at one point in my life, I swore my parents would divorce over the hell I put them through. From the time I was five years old, I have stolen things. Anything. Not just from stores, and not just big items that people might think mattered, little things: like those trial size lipsticks that Avon used to put out in the 1970’s? I used to steal parts of things, too.
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I’ve just found out my mother had to sleep with one fat bastard so that I could go study in the college. I’m not a good student… I’m sitting at home, watching the stupid TV, reading esoteric books, trying to blame the world around for all problems that I have. I should probably leave the college, but what should I do then?.. I hate myself now, as my mother had to have sex with some disgusting man to give me an opportunity to study, and what’s now?
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I hate Christmas, this miserable, overrated holiday and I hate the way it makes people behave. I hate the shallow, fake little advertisements I see every damn place I go that tell me how by going into endless debt to buy shit for my family and friends I’ll somehow be a better person. I hate the lines in the stores, I hate how the decorations go up mid-October under the guise of “Holiday Spirit.” And I hate the people that buy into that sort of thing. I got news for you–Giant Department Store isn’t throwing up the fake evergreen cause they just can’t wait to go caroling and make cocoa with Aunt Sue. They want your MONEY, you fools!
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