Don’t tell me that you trust me–that I’m my own person and can do what I want–and then turn around and tell me not to be friends with someone. Don’t tell me that it’s fine for you to have friends that are girls, but it’s not ok for me to have friends that are guys–because guys and girls can’t be friends and nothing more. Don’t tell me what I would do in a situation when you have no idea. Don’t tell me that what I say I would do in a situation is wrong when it’s my judgement call.

Don’t tell me that you’re not comfortable with me having a friend because “he’ll try something because he doesn’t respect you.”

You don’t freaking respect me.

You’re not my master. You’re my boyfriend. Or are you?