I should kick myself for ever thinking you were special, you misogynous chip-strappin Fox Hound-sporting nozzle of a human.

You used to be so damn awesome.  

We would spend hours talking about video games, our exes and laughing at each other’s terrible jokes.  I told you about my terrible upbringing.  I confided in you about my fears for the future.  I explained to you why I can’t have children.  You told me about your comic book plans and showed me your favorite movies (as cheesy as they were.)  I’ve met your saint of a mother, and have made of your childhood photos.  I’ve smelled your sheets after we’ve made love.  

Now you’re getting into fights because you slept with yet another underage girl.  You’ve dissolved your relationship with your family, and worse, your friends.  I know you spent Thanksgiving alone.  Why?  To pursue the hatred you carry for your biological mother?  I feel like you treat women like crap because you can’t come to terms that your birth mother gave you up… and gave you to your real mother.

Please come back to me.  I miss your companionship.

What happened to the you I used to know?