Okay. So I've dedicated several posts detailing the things Kenny has done to me. However, I've never really gone into detail about what I've done to him. I feel like I'm starting to bash him. Like this blog is the roast of Kenny. Well, this is my blog and I have a lot that I need to get off my chest. But there's always two sides to every story. And I'm just as crazy as he is. I'm going to try to remember everything. Let's see....
Back in August of 2009, I lied and told Kenny that I quit prostituting and had deleted my men4rent.com ad online. He soon, found out and threatened to leave me. Well, he did leave me, but we worked things out.
Um...
I've told several little lies throughout our relationship. I would lie about the simplest things. I don't think little white lies are that big of a deal. But when you do it as often as I do, I can understand how it can get annoying. How can he trust me when I lie about stupid stuff?
I've thrown away hundreds of dollars worth of his clothes and shoes. I regret doing so because I wouldn't want Kenny to throw away my stuff. He never did. No matter how cruel I was to him, he never stooped to my level. I admire him for that.
Back in April 2010, I poisoned his dogs. I fed his dogs ibuprofen and onions. The dogs had minor injuries but they are okay. Kenny actually called the police on me for that incident.
I never contributed financially. Basically, Kenny footed the bill for everything that we did. The funny thing is that when I first met him, I thought he was broke. So, I was never really with him for his money. Yet, I always had my hand out. I could understand how Kenny felt. I'm sure he felt like he had another son. Kenny would even pressure me to get a job, yet I didn't. I didn't think it was worth it to take a job that was paying less than my unemployment compensation.
I have yet to pay back money that I owe him. I owe Kenny about $1200 if not more. He's bought me things and I've promised to pay him back. I have yet to do so because I have no money.
Back in June of 2010, I lied about having a job even though I did not. I don't know what I was thinking when I told him that lie. I could tell he was tired of seeing me home all the time being unproductive. I told him that I got a job at Wachovia. Yeah, I'm full of shit.
There have been several incidences where I was extremely selfish. I felt that Kenny owed me the world because I had opened up my home to him. He decided to live with me and I felt like he had to play by my rules, even though he was paying his portion of the rent. I even let him use my car daily to get to work, after his car broke down. Or better yet, during the beginning of our relationship, I would wake up early to take him to work and I would pick him up at night.
Anything else?...
Oh I've even tried to open up a checking account in his name. This action was a part of a scheme I'm still working on. He has no idea. He does know that I recorded a lot of his personal information and he assumes that I have or will try to steal his identity. He's right. I've attempted to steal his identity even though my attempt was unsuccessful. I have yet to follow through.
I have stolen money from Kenny. I would sneak and steal cash out of his wallet. How foul am I?
I've threatened to kill Kenny, his son, and his dogs. That was after he had called the police on me.
I've called him countless names to his face during heated arguments. From yuckmouth to bitch, just to name a couple.
I even destroyed his watch and video camera. He probably has no idea that I've done so.
I've spit a mouthful of blood on him. (That's another story for another time.)
I scraped his Gucci purse with a box knife. I left a couple of minor tears. I'm sure he hasn't even noticed.
And I've even thrown toilet water on him.
I think that's all that I can think of for now. These are my confessions. Now that I have acknowledged my wrongdoings, I can try to turn things around and address my issues. If Kenny and I or any relationship that I'm in is ever going to work, I can't do these things anymore. I have to change, not just for Kenny but for myself.
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