Before I begin this very intellectual argument on my topic, I’d like to say one thing. My girlfriend, Sabrina Rose Gruzlewski, does not actually hate me (unless you talk to someone with a brain) and this post is not meant to be taken seriously. But anyway hope you enjoy.
Don’t mind this picture of her as well, probably another reason why she hates me.

In the beginning…
So my relationship with Sabrina began back in the 6th grade. She instantly had a crush on me because I was “the new kid” and basically the only reason she liked me is because I was new and not the same guys she grew up with (thanks Sabrina). So, as any gentlemen would do, I fulfilled her dreams by asking her out. But this is where my suspicions arose. I asked her to be my girlfriend and after a few centuries it felt like, she replied with, “sure.” This was the beginning of a long road towards hatred. But as any middle school relationship goes, we did not work out and broke up…twice. This began her hatred towards me as I had broken her little middle schooler heart twice.
Round 2
As any stupid middle schooler would do, Sabrina and I began talking again in the 8th grade. But to be honest this happened on accident because I sat next to her and her friend at a basketball game, and tried to talk with her friend and instead began talking with Sabrina. She knows that now, and this is my 2nd piece of evidence on why Sabrina hates me.
Side note – I am at two pieces of evidence so far and they are: I’m a d*ck in 6th grade and I’m a d*ck but in 8th grade.
Doesn’t Acknowledge My Existence

I am not being dramatic or anything but I quite literally have to ask Sabrina if I can be posted about on social media or have her acknowledge that I might actually exist. For example, my girlfriend made a post on Instagram of our sophomore year of prom. Do you know what she did? She posted about me WITH THE GROUP OF FRIENDS WE WENT WITH INSTEAD OF ONE POST FOR ME AND ONE POST FOR HER FRIENDS. The caption wasn’t, “great time with my boyfriend and my friends,” the caption actually read, “The only way you can guarantee having a good time at prom is by going with your squad…” I mean seriously, how does that not show she doesn’t care about me when it comes to social media.
Side note: I may or may not of posted on Instagram of our sophomore prom, without any of the pictures with her. I’m petty.
Last But Not Least: Food

So I know people enjoy food and when it comes to sharing, well sharing food doesn’t exist. Especially when it comes to Sabrina. I swear if anyone gets between her and her f***ing French fries, you better pray to some kind of god you don’t end up six feet under. But when it comes to a relationship you share everything, clothes (more like the girl steals your hoodies), blankets (unless she’s cold), and even your most embarrassing stories. But for some reason, Sabrina will not share her food. For example, we will go out to the movies and get some popcorn. Before the movie even begins, that bag of popcorn is gone. Sabrina will eat the majority of it, if not all of it, and won’t offer any to me. The only time I’ve gotten popcorn is when I wage war against her and we have a fight to the death in the middle of the movie theater. Like I mentioned earlier, DON’T TOUCH THE FRIES MAN. You will most certainly die a horrific death and burn in eternal hellfire by Sabrina’s hand. I am luckily good friends with the God of the Dead so I have came back to life numerous times. This brings me to my final piece of evidence: she won’t share her food with me because she hates me
In conclusion…
To wrap things up, I will lay out my pieces of evidence for you once again. The hatred began back in the 6th grade because I was a d*ck, it began to grow in the 8th grade because once again I’m a d*ck, hatred began to peak sophomore year due to pettiness, and for the cherry on top, I touched her French fries. Honestly, still can’t believe Sabrina hasn’t told me up front that she hates me, but that doesn’t bother me, I already know your secret Sabrina.
Anyway, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it.