I HATE PETER FROM A SMALL TOWN

I hate you Peter. You were born in a small town and that is all that you'll ever be. You're an addict, just like your dad and brother. Your look up to people who are absolutely pathetic and will never be there for you if you needed them. I don't think you'll ever finish college, but keep telling people you're going for your master's (when you're still a freshman pursuing your bachelor's). I hope that you find a girl who "satisfies" every aspect of your life like your loser cousin Peter has. I'm the way I am because of how you have treated me. I don't like sex anymore because of how you ignored me in the first two years of our relationship. You made comments to me about how "smoking" other girls were. What the fuck? You fucking idiot! You flat out ignored me when we were out with other people, especially your friends. But I'm the one with the problem for not wanting to be around those people anymore. I was never an introvert before I met you. I had friends and a life. I gave these things up for you. I loved you. I absolutely hate you now. I devoted my life to you. I dropped out of school for you. I moved to your shithole town for you. I rejected other men's advances, for you. You are a pathetic loser. You are fat. You are ugly. You're so far from being intellectual it makes me laugh. You think you are so brilliant. "Well Josh and I were talking about global warming the other day." Yeah, most people who haven't been under a rock know what global warming is. You are horrible with your money and rely on your parents for everything. I don't know many 25 year olds that have their parents paying their cell phone bill, gas, college tuition, and possibly (if you get what you want) a nearly $800 a month truck payment. You are a waste of life and I wish I had never met you. Today, Thanksgiving day, I chose to stay in Phoenix so we could spend the holiday with your horrible family. Instead I'm at home while you're at the gym with your cousin and friend. Three hours after you left. Am I really supposed to believe you're still at the gym? I fucking hate you. You asked me when I woke up this morning if I would like to take the dog for a walk. I said yes. You then proceeded to leave to go work out because if you didn't, Peter would refer to you as a pussy. What a complete loser. What a follower. You say I'm a follower? When is the last time I did something someone else asked of me because I felt pressured? Never! I don't fit in! I'm a loser and definitely not a follower. I hope you get in a car accident and die. I can't believe I'm still with you, after all the dissapointments. You are my biggest regret. I hate you Peter.

Sincerely,

Apathetic in AZ