Rant, of sorts.
More like a letter.
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Honestly, I'm pissed off and a bit hurt. I trusted you, man. I believed you. Despite the fact you really hurt me for denying your request to date. You came to my house and said you had nowhere else to turn. So, fuck it. I said you could come in and have dinner with us. I said I'd ask my mom, but I was pretty sure we could spare the couch for the night. I said I'd get you some sheets and blankets and a pillow. You fucking sat at our table. You ate our food. You acted like a decent person and we bought it.
After dinner, when I went to get the things you'd need tonight, you followed me. I thought nothing of it. Until you closed the door and locked it.
God. I can't even put it into words. You won, though. You fucking won.
And now I'm just going to put it behind me. It's going to be like it never happened.
Even still, I hope you were lying about being kicked out. No one deserves to sleep on the street.
But you come close.
