The Truth Still Hidden

Omission. What we hide to make ourselves look better, feel better, gain the trust, respect of those around us.
You asked how I have any friends because you share intimate details of our relationship, but in doing so you don't share all of the facts and they end up siding with you for things they should not and disliking me. Why would you want friends because you bend the truth or that like you when you lie and cheat? I don't understand. I would rather my friends question my actions than pat me on the hand and tell me everything is going to be ok, that the other person is the one being a bitch when that is not the case and I know it. Why live more of a lie and feed it?
I'm confused and hurt. It feels like Tulsa all over again. You turned all of your girlfriends against me instead of just having them and now it seems, your co-workers and friends too. When I was dating Navy, what bothered him the most is that I didn't do that, he felt like he was always competing.
I don't know how to take the fact that you want people to think of me and my family in such a bad light, that you think that saying you overstayed your welcome somehow explains it all to people who don't understand. Of course they will side with you. But you want them to, you don't want to be judged. Overstaying your welcome is very different from me telling you not to screw up again, telling you specifically to stay away from a particular person and you doing it anyway, that gets you kicked out and living in your car and that is what people should understand. It is not a poor you story. They don't know how worried I was, how many times I cried and talked to my mom, that you were in your car, how many times I wanted to buy you groceries and pay for a room. But you screwed up one too many times, lying everytime I asked you if you did, contacting her while living under my parents roof even. I knew your pride would get in the way and you wouldn't want to contact your parents for money, but I knew they would be there if you needed them, I knew there were quick jobs and plasma donation, which you had done in the past. You told me you try to tell people I am entitled to what I want, how I feel, but you don't tell them why, so they continue to dislike me. And you're ok with them disliking me so they like you. You don't tell them the lies, the secret apartment, the multiple women. I don't want you telling people things because I don't think they need to know and because you don't tell them the whole truth, you omit things that are rather important details to form an opinion.
Moving to a new state was our opportunity to start fresh. You drug a mess here, we're working through it, but we can't if you keep telling stories to people met. Your parents don't even know the truth of what happened. The clutter needs to be sorted with those who know, those yet unknown need a new story...a new beginning, here and now.