September 16th, 2009 by Life

The Jerks of Society.

Jerks of Society

Why is it some people, when you’ve had it all you can take – the abuse, the lies, the outright bullying and then they still blame you for all their ills when they’ve run every single thing into the ground, they still blame you. I want it all to end – leaving just about every single thing, avoiding all fighting, I burn the bridges and simply go away and start all over again. It was legally settled – or was it?

But it doesn’t end there – the louts still return – going out of their way to find me and then start their shit all over again. It’s like they own me. “So use the cops! So call your lawyer!”

Are they so sick? To what extent must I exert my freedom of choice???

Listen, I’m not talking about a phone call. I’m talking such aggression for years and years…more than 20 years – off and on. In another case, 11 years. Is it something about me that they can’t stop abusing???

Get lost you jerks!

How loudly do you need to hear this? Even lawyers and police can only do so much. You jerks keep coming back for more, driving me into total illness from stress.

There really is only one way to keep away from all this harassment – Leave the Continent for good. The laws but more importantly, the exertion of the laws in Canada are simply not conducive to personal safety. I’m very definitely being victimized – but the victims have few rights in self protection.

What manner of psyche these people have that would totally disparage me during our time together and then seek me out to re-embrace our relationship that is already no more but ashes?
They still want the green gardens, the beautiful homes, the easy demeanour and more personal development.

Do they seek more power over me that they had lost? Yes, I was their daily punching bag, their football. My shoulders are only meant for their emotional burdens. They unload their garbage of generations upon me.

Sick fun?

Why does it give them such a ‘high’ to be able to tear me apart every day? Then to every pair of ears out there, I am being put down. They revel in turning me into an enemy of the entire family.

Even society prefers to shun me – some would actually see through the charade, but for the sake of their own position, follow the tide…I am made friendless, penniless, homeless. Lies are far easier to bear than truth!!!

Then when I leave they declare their great love. When told to leave, right at my door, the same abusive tirade that I’ve heard for decades return. Their demeanours turned on a dime right then and there.

They think they can take more??? Sick, this is sick. And society’s structure and allowances allow them that freedom. Hence mine, the victim is all but trodden upon. Even when I am fully righted, I am powerless.

Get lost you jerks of society!!!

Failure, failure, failure!!! 1 failure after another. No planning, just by the seat of your pants. Snap at me when I advise or help. My fault when you fail. It repeats and repeats and repeats. My faith and smile never wavers.

But I am,”Oh, so ARROGANT.” Huh??? Why so? Must I be torn apart and not have any shred of dignity left? Unbearable pain I’m in tears. Laughter and taunt, I’m not any good. You’re best, good at eveything, you do all that is right, I’m spat upon. When did I become the slave; the whipping child?

When the semblence of structure and foundations are built, you stomp on it, fight, rant and rave and create battle after battle. I lose. They are always broken. And so is our relationship. Then the threats and accusations come in droves. Lawyers are called. Lies are told. Hence, the very first person that contacts me “Confronts me”. Why? But the damage is done. It is all broken. Too late a mistake has been commited.

You are such a jerk within this society we live in.

Perhaps, you said it right and best when you called me an old fool for love. I do love, deeply and apparently unshakeable too. But you have the ability to break the unbreakable. So, my grip is no more. I release you but you still see fit to destroy me. Why? I have already turned my back and is set away from you.

But it is my back you do not wish to see. Is your desire to punish me so great and so sweet? Is it my groveling you wish to experience again? Is it my corpse? Or is it your fear that you have lost all control that once loved you so dear.

Nay, I still say, “GET LOST YOU JERKS OF SOCIETY!!!”