How’s about you figure it out? I’m a beautiful, intelligent, driven, caring young lady with more integrity than most and a heart that’s tragically unlimited. You’re the guy I’m dating. The one who wrongly assumes he understands what I’m feeling or thinking and yells at me for it. The one who says he’ll call me or call me back and doesn’t. The one who blames me without seeing his own faults. Makes me feel disposable. Figure it out. I won’t apologize when I’m not wrong, keeping shelling out money to cover your ass, listen to you yell at me, be belittled at times, or be demonized for no reason by you for long. Get yourself straight. I deserve better.