Bad Customer Service

It all starts out innocently enough.

Thanks for leaving empty beers all over my house every time you are over. Thanks for getting angry jealous when another guy asks me what time it is and making a scene and freaking everyone out, especially me. Thank you for making loud knocking noises at my door at two o'clock in the morning after I took the time to call you to ask you specifically not to do that under the circumstances.

An angry girlfriend, an inconsiderate drunken lout of a boyfriend. We've all been there. But then...

Thanks for constantly trying to get in my pants and then being too drunk/stoned/fucked up to get it up when I was so horny I thought I would die without your cock inside me. Thanks for grabbing my arm roughly outside the bar in front of my best girlfriend when I wanted to dance. Thanks for driving drunk and nearly killing that poor dog.

Sexual denial? Abuse? Puppy killing? My goodness! This young lady certainly has a long list of valid points. But wait, there's more...

Thanks for introducing me to cocaine and then lying to me about dealing, saying you have to pick up/drop off CDs at some friend's house. At four in the morning. And always a different friend.

Ah, dealing drugs: the best way to maintain a healthy relationship. You won't have sex with me, you won't let me see my friends, and apparently, you still charge me for drugs. What kind of a boyfriend are you?