So I am dating a six foot fucking toddler who fights *dirty*.
We're going to need to call 'Jack's' something else because the only thing I can think of that he'll accept as a reason he wasn't mentioned in my help wanted video is that if our dive bar/fight club goes under--which it very well fucking *could* because only one in six new restaurants or bars survives in the long term--then it's probably better if his name and image aren't everywhere and he's not *officially* associated with a failure.
And then if/when we succeed *then* he gets to open up the Club Handsome of his dreams.
I *do* get why this would trigger his issues and I actually feel pretty shitty that I didn't consider that shit before I cut that help wanted ad... but *God* this is frustrating.
And I'm sorry that you have to hear about this. I know you don't really care about my domestic squabbles, but since he's the money backing us, it does affect you.
I might not be able to properly empathise with you, but I can still do SOME emotional labor. I do like you, Steven, it's just in our weird way.
He knows how to be a good friend who listens to you vent, man, he'll tell you when he doesn't care.
It's not like you could have properly anticipated that he'd go full shitfit about you not including him in your ad. It makes sense not to mention exactly where our money comes from if we want an active clientele of Imports.
It does! It really does! Especially since he quite literally has enemies within the Import community because he might have tried to kill some of them back home!
... mostly because Maya and Krieg *were* terrorists siding with the asshole squatters he was trying to evict from his planet, but *still*.
Like, I get what this is about. I do. He went from having an interstellar business empire, with a cult like Steve fucking Jobs, to being in charge of a goddamn novelty company where he doesn't actually *care* about the shit he's making, he just knows it makes money. He feels fucking *demoted* here. And at least our place in Goldenrod is a money-making job that he's actually *interested* in. One he thought he could build a new empire from.
So like. Not mentioning him in the help wanted made it seem like he was being discluded from something he was being excited about. But what was I supposed to do? Lydia was content to have me include her in our ad instead of cutting her own and he really *is* supposed to be the silent partner at her place.
But *God*, Tyler, he plays such fucking dirty emotional pool. Like he really knows how to stab me in the goddamn *gut*. He actually fucking said that he thought he meant more to me than the fraction of the profits I'd lose from Transplants who don't like him shunning the bar.
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We're going to need to call 'Jack's' something else because the only thing I can think of that he'll accept as a reason he wasn't mentioned in my help wanted video is that if our dive bar/fight club goes under--which it very well fucking *could* because only one in six new restaurants or bars survives in the long term--then it's probably better if his name and image aren't everywhere and he's not *officially* associated with a failure.
And then if/when we succeed *then* he gets to open up the Club Handsome of his dreams.
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Kind of seems like your boyfriend has issues. Getting all stroppy because you're not including him in ONE thing.
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I *do* get why this would trigger his issues and I actually feel pretty shitty that I didn't consider that shit before I cut that help wanted ad... but *God* this is frustrating.
And I'm sorry that you have to hear about this. I know you don't really care about my domestic squabbles, but since he's the money backing us, it does affect you.
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He knows how to be a good friend who listens to you vent, man, he'll tell you when he doesn't care.
It's not like you could have properly anticipated that he'd go full shitfit about you not including him in your ad. It makes sense not to mention exactly where our money comes from if we want an active clientele of Imports.
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... mostly because Maya and Krieg *were* terrorists siding with the asshole squatters he was trying to evict from his planet, but *still*.
Like, I get what this is about. I do. He went from having an interstellar business empire, with a cult like Steve fucking Jobs, to being in charge of a goddamn novelty company where he doesn't actually *care* about the shit he's making, he just knows it makes money. He feels fucking *demoted* here. And at least our place in Goldenrod is a money-making job that he's actually *interested* in. One he thought he could build a new empire from.
So like. Not mentioning him in the help wanted made it seem like he was being discluded from something he was being excited about. But what was I supposed to do? Lydia was content to have me include her in our ad instead of cutting her own and he really *is* supposed to be the silent partner at her place.
But *God*, Tyler, he plays such fucking dirty emotional pool. Like he really knows how to stab me in the goddamn *gut*. He actually fucking said that he thought he meant more to me than the fraction of the profits I'd lose from Transplants who don't like him shunning the bar.