Double standards - act 1238927409471

You know, we don't ALWAYS fight. But I know it seems like it because the only time I really talk about her is when we fight. Sorry about that.

She gets home at 4:15am (6 hours after her office party let out) and had the nerve to start questioning me where I had been. Funny that, all I did was ask her where she'd been. She said "out" to which I replied "okay" But no, I can't do the same. If I had said "I was out" It'd immediately go into "WHo IS SHE? Who are you fucking behind my back?"

I don't know what amazes me more. The fact that she has that double standard or the fact she doesn't understand how it's a double standard.

I'm really sick of this shit. She's known where I've been 99.9999% of the time since I moved in with her. But because it's not 100% she's convinced I am fucking someone else. GODS!!!!!!!

I'm sick of the accusations! I've done my damnedest to be "faithful" to her. Which is funny since we both stated we were poly when we started seeing each other. And even though I've not been with ANYONE else ( except for the two different girls over the summer that SHE wanted us to have threesomes with ( actually there was three that she wanted to do but the third is someone I find repulsive in both body and personality) ) since we started dating even casually.

I mean HELL ... I even behaved myself at Convergence! And someone who reads my livejournal knows JUST HOW DIFFICULT that was ... don't you?

GAhhhh ...