Act like Your Heartbroken

Boy, she don't need you and she don't need me
She can do just fine on her own two feet
But she wants a man who wants her to be herself
And she'll never change, don't know how to hide
Her stubborn will or her fightin' side
But you treat her right and she'll love you like no one else
Yeah, how 'bout them cowgirls
Boys ain't they somethin'
Sure are some proud girls
But you can't beat their lovin'
And I'll tell you right now girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, whole round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls
How 'bout 'em boys

So all things considered, I'm going okay. I get depressed, obviously. It's starting to get ugly. Bobby and I were fighting on Sunday, he's trying to threaten me, and that simply isn't going to happen.

He actually said to me, "Don't even pretend like you're heart broken." I was dumb founded. He is basing my mental stability on my status on facebook. Then he told me to not blame Jenn because she didn't do anything. I kindly told him that I can hate whomever I wish, and that he should be ashamed of himself.

I have a feeling this is going to get much worse before it gets better. Considering this isn't a regular "break-up." I'm glad I got most of my stuff out of his apartment. We still have to sort out everything with the lizards, and the TV.

I think the hardest part is knowing that he has been lying to me for months. That I can no longer believe a word he says because he's lied about everything. Then, to rub salt in the wound, he brought another woman into our bed without even giving me a hint that there was a problem. She was moved in before we even broke up. When he begged me to take him back all her stuff was still at the apartment, and she was probably just busy that night.

This sucks...