I have plenty of it.
I think I may hate men in general, and my "boyfriend" specifically. Then again, sharing your "boyfriend" with his ex-girlfriend can do that. I suppose it's only fair, I'm his ex-girlfriend too...but I came first, damnit, and I had his goddamn child.
All my relationships seem to turn out like this though.
If they don't completely fuck it up, I will do something like run off and sleep with someone else to end things.
I can't really decide whether it's because I get bored with everything going right, or if it's just pre-emptive defensiveness. (I'm good at that.)
I seem only to like the boys that don't like me. I enjoy the angst, I think, more than actual relationships....relationships are complicated. Angst is simple. And familiar.
Plus...men are stupid.
I was feeling entirely suicidal and doing nothing but watching cartoons with my daughter all day...then I chopped off all my hair in a moment of high drama....
The boy in question adores my hair. I thought I'd piss him off as much as he's pissed me off. Then, of course, I felt immediately terrified that he'll no longer find me attractive.
This morning, I woke up and decided I didn't really give a shit what he thinks.
I have sexy hair now. I will go pick up some other poor male to adore, ego-stroke, love, and ultimately destroy.
I shall go now...I possess the ability to laugh at myself, and I feel the need to do so rising up.