Like I said, I had no idea (in the beginning) that you were serious. By the time I figured out that you were serious, you had had to put down your dog, you were worried about your mother taking that out on you, and you were depressed about a bunch of other stuff. Then after your mother's little shitstorm FINALLY died down, your grandma has to have her foot amputated. And instead of that situation getting better, it gets WORSE.Sparkle Muffin said:Then why didn't you tell me that right from the beginning? Why didn't you tell me, I don't have any interest in you? I would have handled it better then, before I let myself think that there was anything. If you would have just told me, that would have saved me alot of fucking heartache.
Basically, by the time it sunk in you were serious, telling you would have been a REALLY bad idea considering all the stress you were already under. I really was trying to be nice, believe it or not. So basically this is what I get for holding off until the shitstorm died down.