I've been drinking. Don't care.
Was round at his housemates, needed some hand cream, knew he had some E45 in his room, went to get some. Found a purple suitcase on his bed. Dress on top of it. Full of various 'girly' outfits inside. He told me he was out with someone work related last night.
The bastard has lied to me before, and now he is totally fucking me over.
We were supposed to be going out tomorrow night. He told me today that he couldn't, as he had 'football' plans.
I need to tell him to get fucked, but I feel broken.
I', 21, disabled, with a three year old son. He told me he loved me. I believed him. I feel like a complete dick. He said he loved me. I believed him.
Please, either tell me to think rationally and that I'm over reacting, or that I'm being taken for a ride. Because I can't handle this any more.