Jokes on YOU, fucking idiot!

It seems like yesterday when we made a forever commitment to this project.
An intention to do all that was in our power to make this successful.
A promise to one another, a respect and understanding for our end goal.
An underlying love that I was sure would keep us on the same path.
At the time it seemed so simple, a dream for all that we could do.
Yet it has become increasingly evident that I was in fact living a fantasy.
I was clouded by my overpowering desire and intentions to make this work.
It slowly started to cave in the day our project was set forth.
The defects could no longer be hidden, a state of utter disappointment.
It’s laughable the way you have always claimed this to be your priority, yet every time you are given a chance to step up, you bail.
At this point is has become almost impossible to trust you, even with direct instruction you still choose the easy route, cutting corners, at the expense of our success.
I am so fucking sick of dragging you along, begging and pleading for your help, only to be slapped with reality time and time again.
I can no longer hope that your selfish existence will cease, as you prove time and time again that you are only in this to serve your own agenda.
You use and abuse your “power” and it disgusts me the way you yield this as if it’s a trophy.
It is only natural for my being to take this on as a failure and feel the pain of your betrayal, but I must concentrate on what lies ahead of me.
Your games of manipulation and control can no longer break me, I release your mindfucks as quick as you throw away your promises.
I always come back to my roots, thankful that my influence and guidance will forever outweigh your shit behaviour and overall absence.
The reality is that one day you will be held accountable and answers will be demanded.
Your true self will show without a word spoken from me.

~With or without you, we will succeed!