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There better be a letter waiting for me when I get home or shits going to hit the fan in a big way. I no longer care. He can’t treat me like this and get away with it. I worked there for 7 years and you’d think that would entitle me to a certain degree of respect. Does it fuck. The way he treated me at the end, and at certain times through my life there, was despicable, he is a bully, he has no management skills, he is unprofessional, and I’m not scared of him anymore, he is so rude, it’s unbelievable, I have never met anyone with so few manners, his mum kept him in line, sort of, I wish she was still around, he will crash and burn soon though, it’s a car crash waiting to happen, he is so unstable I wonder how he has made it thus far, I hate how he has made me unstable though, all the anxiety attacks, the crying, the drinking, the stupid texts about him not saying thanks or him not replying, stupid little things I wouldn’t normally care about. And I don’t actually care about, I just seem to enjoy winding him up. I think he is a very sad man, and I tried so hard to make him happy, but I truly don’t think anything will make him happy. He may pretend, but the moments when he ‘supposedly’ let me in, I could see how unhappy he was. I understand about losing his mum at such a young age etc. But all the millions in the bank, the girlfriend, the house, the dog, the business… And he still thrives on making others suffer. I don’t get how anyone can be that mean.

And I fucking love him because???

Jesus fucking Christ. I need a punch bag.

And he can read this if he wants, I haven’t mentioned anything that would tie it to him, I’m not breaking any rules. I just needed to get that out. Stupid little cunt.

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