The name isn’t important. The story isn’t important. Don’t get me wrong. When I say you, I have a vivid picture of who it is I’m talking about. If he were to read this, he would have no problem linking it to himself. Trust me on that. But he’s just one type of guy, and there are so many fucking things that I hate about this specific type of guy. But for the sake of this article, I’ve decided to limit it to 10. Enjoy.
I hate that you’re selfish
It’s always about you. It’s always about what you’re dealing with, the problems you encounter, and the pain you feel. You’re not the only one suffering. I want that support back. I deserve that back. Even when it’s something good, something you’re genuinely excited about and feel joy for, I’m right there to listen and feel that with you. I’m with you, always. But you’re not with me, ever.
I hate that you try to please everyone but me
You avoid arguing with everyone, you hate confrontation with the people you love and are important to you, and you refuse to tell other people how it is, except me of course. See, when it comes to me, I get all the shit. Everything gets put on me even though you and I both know that I’m not the source of your problems. You know exactly what is and you won’t muster up the courage to do something about it because you have this need to please. But it’s all lies.
I hate that you always push me aside
I’m always pushed to the side. I’m always second choice. Whether it’s friends, plans, or whatever the case, I’m at the bottom of your list. You need me when it’s convenient for you and only you. I’m treated like some random chick when I should be treated like the only “chick” you want and love. You make me feel worthless.
I hate that every time we argue, you turn it on me as if I’m the cause (and problem)
Every time I’m upset or hurt by something you did or said, it gets turn onto how you feel. You’re always playing the victim in every situation. It’s not fucking fair. I can’t even express how I feel for fear that you’ll start a whole other argument and walk away (like you have so many times before).
I hate that you take forever to reply to my texts or don’t answer my calls
You text me and I have this need to answer you right away because I want to talk to you. But when I fucking text you, you take 4 hours to reply and blame it on being busy. I’m always busy waiting around for you to reply. Fuck. And when I call you, you never answer. But the worst part of all of this is that when you text me, I still reply right when I see it, and when you call me, no matter what I’m doing, I answer. It sucks beyond belief.
I hate that you have the ability to make me feel so good but then rip it from my grasp almost immediately
I’m all over the place when it comes to you. You can literally control my mood. You do. When you’re happy, I’m happy. But then you say or do something that switches the way I feel so abruptly. Like when you bail on plans last minute, I get fucking sad AF. This roller coaster of emotions is leaving me broken.
I hate that you keep coming back and then leave all over again
We fight. We say we’re done. It feels like we’re done. Then you come back or I come back and then you leave all over again. The worst part about it is that every time you come back I have this uncontrollable sense of hope that you’ll stay but you never do.
I hate that you make me feel sad and happy all at the same time, all the time
I swear, I feel sad and happy at the same time, all the time. I’m happy in the moment but then I’m sad because I know that those happy moments are fleeting and the ones that stick are the ones that make me cry.
I hate that I love you so fucking much
I love you so fucking much. No matter what you do. No matter how angry or hurt I get, I love you. I don’t know how not to. I don’t know how to let go. That’s the truth.
I hate that the things I hate about you are harder to think of than I thought
I thought that there were a lot of things that I hated about you. I really did. I even compiled this list because I was so freaking sure. But the truth is that there are a million things I don’t hate about you. In fact, there are a million things that you do that I love, that I can’t imagine not experiencing. So really, what are 10 things I hate to a million that I love?