The Broken Life Lesson Post

So, every once in a while life will throw you a curveball, and keeping with the baseball theme, this one curved up and smashed all my fucking teeth in.

Sometimes you meet someone and you just know that they are like your second half. You have the same views on the important things, but some of your interests are different, which helps it all kind of melt together.
I thought I met someone like that. We went out, and saw each other as often as possible, things were fantastic for about a month.
I went on vacation, and the day I went to leave and come home was the last day I heard from him. It blindsided me. Everything was so good until then and I have no idea what happened.

I personally feel that every boy who has ever done this, or has even slept with a girl more than once and stopped talking to her, deserves to be kicked in the balls by an angry, shod draft horse for every fucking day they haven't talked to her.
As far as I'm concerned, if you're a heartless asshole who said things like "I could see us lasting a long time" or "I would do anything for you" or any bullshit like that, you deserve to feel the emotional pain that we have to deal with.
After day 3, I'm not gonna lie, I cried myself to sleep and slumped around in a depressed state. I was crushed. I guess I still am, but it's been a week, and I figure I'm obviously not important enough to even zap a quick text to. But you know what, that's okay. There are half a dozen other guys dying to take your place and can do so very easily.
If you even read this far and feel some remorse, you'll know who you are. I know you like assholes, so I guess that should've been a warning sign.
I'd say that this was one very cruel life lesson that I ended up learning the hard way.
You can't trust anyone, especially of it seems like they are a decent human being. They're just going to fuck you over when they get the chance.

PS I found out that the fucker cheated on me and is still dating the whore. I hope they're happy together.

The Rant About Not Supporting My Sport Post

My mom doesn't support my sport. At all.
Every time I ask her to do something to help me out. Like taking me to the barn, for example, she tells me I have to wait, or she's too busy. I usually have to plan a trip to the barn a couple of days in advance.
Sometimes even if I do that, she makes everything else more important and I have to wait, or I don't even get to go out.
Then there's the whole board thing. Most of the time, she tries to help, but if she does it's only $100. She's never offered to pay board, or for the farrier, or for new tack, or anything like that. I'm dead broke 98% of the time because all of my money goes to my horses and she doesn't bother to help out.
Another thing is that I can't drive. She whines and bitches and complains about driving me to the barn, even when she doesn't have to do it. I offered to pay her gas money even. Did she take it? Nope.
She doesn't watch me ride because she wants to. She does it because Atlas is dangerous and I need someone there to make sure I don't die. Last time I went out to ride, she asked if there was WiFi so that she could take her laptop out and sit in the car while I rode.
So many times, I've asked if she could take me to the tack shop, or the barn so that I could do something for my horses health, like blanket him in the winter, or even buying that blanket FOR the winter, she freaks out at me, even though all the money is coming out of MY pocket, or it's when it's most convenient for her. It doesn't matter how much I try to accommodate to her schedule, she gets mad at me for wanting to go see and ride the horses that I invested in and that I have a passion for.
It's not hard to tell who the favorite child is too.
Does he get all new hockey equipment out of mommy's pocket? Yep.
Does she willingly go watch every game? Yep.
Does she drive him to all his practices without complaining? Yep.
Does she go to tournaments everywhere and not complain? Yep.
Sounds like the complete opposite of what she does for me. Thanks mom.