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Sent to a friend So here's the deal. I'm a 23 yr old female living with a 59 yr old male.I have had a rough life for a long time,nothing seems to work for me. I have been homeless and my family aint shit.
So,I figured to myself that I needed somewhere to stay until I get a job,stack my money and do my own thing.
So,he cooks for me,gives me money every week,I don't have to work if I don't want but the only thing is that I have sex with him.....yuck.
Okay my point is we stay in a rooming house together in a little room and small bed.
Okay here's my point now.
This loser supposedly looses his money and blows it on god knows what and the little money I have,I have to touch my money to help his sorry ass out.
Like seriously I might as well stay broke and him not give me money if he's going to keep asking for me to buy shit.
Plus I can't count money around him and then he thinks I'm fucking rich,its annoying it is. Then a couple of times I think he was going threw my purse,so I hide my money and my social in a soap box.
This is my life story and it goes on and on,but I know once I get a job and stack...I'm out and I don't care if he dies or whatever.
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- old age and treachery can outwit youth and inexperience any day. Sorry pretty young thing you are being played and layed. He saw you coming and knew exactly what you wanted. Silly young thing thought she knew it all and this old man just took you to school., Don't lose the lesson. It's not fun when the user becomes the used.