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Previous - this entry written on March 27, 2006 at 8:38 pm - Next Puppy: When you have gotten some sleep and are sober and together enough for a conversation we are going to have one. It is going to involve you getting your name, your legal name, changed. It is also going to involve, I suspect, a lot of arguement and possibly some yelling. If it has to, it will involve your mother. And your brother. And hell, Rachel. Whatever it will take to get you to do this. Not negotiable. I am thoroughly tired of watching you get fucked over repeatedly by someone who should care about you. I am sick, literally SICK, of hearing you stutter excuses for why you just sit there and take it. There is one person, pet, ONE PERSON, who has the right to hurt you this much... ...and she, apparently, is the one who is going to have to put her foot down to stop others from doing so. Again. So I am. No more, puppy. I'm not going to just sit here when you let him do this - and yes, you LET him, you have had plenty of chances to put a stop to it before now. Not when I know the simplest possible way to make it stop, one that takes very little effort on your part, that will make sure there is at least one aspect of your life he can't screw up any more. This isn't the only change on the wind, pet. You gave me this, the right to change you. Now I am.
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