If there's one thing I'm excited for, it's the timely end to all the horror stories that she told me all too frequently of all the times you moaned and whined when you didn't get your way. How I'd love to give you a piece of my mind, but I know it won't change a thing.
So fuck you and your endless stacks of laundry scattered on the floor and your tacit misogyny and baseless entitlement, as if you could benefit anyone but you because all you're good at is abuse.
How I'd love to give you a piece of my mind. It probably wouldn't work. We'd probably just get burned like all the joints you smoked when she wasn't home and all the food you wasted, fifty dollars worth a week, but I guess it's not a big deal when you've got your parents paying for everything even when you act like you don't want them to.
You had so much potential to be a nice guy, but you threw it all away with your passive-aggressive, demeaning obsession with making my girlfriend your maid.
You had so much potential to be a nice guy, but you never even gave it a try.