You say it's my fault you're mean to me because I start it. But really I don't, you start it by calling me names or yelling at me to shut up but you're just kidding so it doesn't count. And if I get upset I'm just a big baby. I hate my life because of you. I'm so unhappy with you. And when I first met you I thought you were perfect and was going to be the "one". I had a horrible childhood and now I'm still continuing to have a horrible life because of you. I'm just waiting for the day I can leave. If I want so weak and scared I would have left you already.