I did it too much. Not only did it breed a HORRIBLE sense of entitlement, but she ALSO had started-
look, man. I'm a hopeless romantic. All around nice guy.
If I send flowers to your job on one or two random days out of a month... (cause I got it bad about doing things to make oother chicks jealous of my girl, when I got a girl)....
The LAST thing I wanna hear is how I must be doing it cause I'm guilty of doing something wrong.
If I bake you a cake of some cookies or some shyt... don't be a lazy bytch and sit there demanding I bring you some more after you had some and Im busy doing something else.
Goddamn I hate how angry thinking about this shyt makes me.
