Fat Bottom Girl Said What

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The Blame Game

Yes, it’s all my fault.  You have had absolutely no hand in anything that’s gone on in this relationship.  I made you come to my house all those nights.  I made you meet some of my family and my friends.  I forced you to let me meet your son.  I shoved the fucking food I had cooked down your throat.  I made you wash your clothes at my house and use my laundry detergent.  I made you talk until all hours of the night so you couldn’t get any sleep.  I made you wake me up in the middle of the night, sometimes more than once, to have sex.  I made you give me a key to your house.  I made you let me drive you to drop your son off at the meeting point with your ex.  I made you miss paying your bills because you don’t have enough time to yourself.  Oh, and because I was so “smothering”, I made you fuck that other chick.

Are you fucking kidding me??  How old are you?  I thought you were 42, but obviously, that’s only chronologically.  Emotionally I think you’re about 12.  Wait–that might be giving you a couple too many years, because my son is 12, and he can take more responsibility for his behavior and decisions than you can!

But guess what Fuck Stick?  I’m not going to own it.  It’s not mine to own, so I refuse to.  If you can’t take responsibility for yourself and your actions, you’re not a man.  You have no balls, and I have absolutely no patience for a man who has no balls.

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4 thoughts on “The Blame Game

  1. Sounds like you’re officially single. I missed this. I am sorry that you had a rough break up. ((Hugs))

  2. I always find it amusing when people refuse to own their shit.

    I have been taking some psych classes and am writing a paper on co-dependence and this is what I’ve learned about *blame* (in reference to co-dependence but I do feel it applies across the board):

    Excerpt from one of the books I am reading:

    “Blame means you believe that you have the problems you have because of what somebody else did to you – that’s where it ends. It’s as if you’re saying, “I am who I am because of what you did to me, so I am helpless to change. It’s all your fault. I am going to focus on only on what you did and I’m not going to move out of it.” Blaming Handcuffs you to the person who abused you, and leaves you dependent upon the person’s changing for you t have any recovery. This gives power to the offender and renders you, the victim, helpless — without the ability to protect yourself or change. Blaming will keep you stuck. ”

    Whenever I find someone blaming me for something, I step back (like you did) analyze what transpired and surmise that the blame the person is casting is basically good ole fashioned projection. Good on ya for putting, (what did you call him) “Fuck Stick” in his place! LOL!

  3. Yes, he is quite a man-child, and shall forever remain one if he doesn’t start taking responsibility for his own life! I told him as much too. He seemed to understand what I had said, but I doubt if it will motivate him to change. I told him he will be stuck, and never move past anything if he refuses to see what part he took in a situation. Thanks for reading, and the comment, and also the follow! Hopefully I can check some of your stuff out soon!

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