Nelson, you called and screamed at me about my car not being financed yet and you're saying you are trying to protect yourself. You are on the attack
Yesterday I went to the house and sat on the bed and wondered what would happen if you cane home that instant. I was feeling like we would talk... maybe talk things out to a place where we are not afraid and don't hate eachother. But it's clear that you are beyond help and beyond my concern. You asked me if there was ever a time when things could have been right? Yesterday afternoon. If you walked in and didn't gross me out with your questionable hygene... maybe had a bunch of flowers and even a picnic. It might have been different.
But I don't want that to happen. It keeps hurting me over and over, each time I "what if". Get the hell out of my life. Get out of my thoughts and minds, and never come back. Stop hurting me. Stop.
You were the only one I was ever with when we were togerher and today you even questioned that. I wanted to tell you that I had been with someone else but it would have been a lie. You asked if I wanted to be free of you so I could date when I was in New Orleans. I wished I would have told you yes, instead that it was none of your business.
Stop hurting me. Stop being afraid of me so much that you hurt me. I never set out to hurt you. You have no ball. You do all this out of fear, and it's me who YOU hurt. You are a loser in the sense that you have no confidence . I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for you. No. I pity you. Loser. Leave me alone.
Always,
Josie