@closetome.moments: i told him three times it hurt me when he made fun of my job in front of his friends. the first time, i said it quietly in the car. the second time, i cried. the third time, i said it calmly over breakfast and he promised he'd stop. then last weekend at his buddy's barbecue, he did it again. everyone laughed. i looked down at my plate. on the drive home, he asked if i was mad. i said no. and i meant it. mad would mean i still had hope. i was just disappointed. disappointed is what you feel when you finally believe someone. i packed my things a week later. some people tell you who they are over and over. i finally listened.