You Are Despicable

I hate the holidays because I have to be around my boyfriend's family for those special occasions and. I hate them. I have to sit there and look at his father who refused to raise him like he raised his siblings because he was his mother's child and that's that. I have to sit there with his sister whose daughter my sweetheart loves like his own and defend him while she calls him an a*****e and asks why I'm with him. I have to see his other sister who is just a piece of f├╝cked up work.

And I sit there and I tell them time and time again that he's a good person. That he's a fantastic man who is brilliant and successful and deserving of their goddamn love and affection. I get drunk and I slur that they're missing out, because they choose to.

It never makes a difference. They'll speak to him when they need something. If they don't, he doesn't exist. And he's cried to me about it. He has cried because he deserves the goddamn love that they refuse to show because he drew the short card when it came to who his mother was.

I love him.
I wish they would get their heads out of their asses and love him too.
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ToxicLullaby
They'll speak to him when they need something. If they don't, he doesn't exist.
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They treat him like a god.
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