Warning: This post will contain adult language and situations.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I throw so much of my hard earned money away for a stupid ass son of a bitch? You've read my blog posts. Ten years of putting up with bullshit. Ten years of tears, lies, and drugs. EVERYONE told me to run. I was in love with the idea of love. When you marry someone the relationship should be 50/50, not 95/5.
The dick was good. That part of our relationship was perfect. I basically paid for getting fucked and fucked over. He always tells me and every one else I'm crazy. N you're right. I am crazy. I'm crazy for all I put up with. I'm crazy for still loving you.
Don't get the shit twisted, I love you, but I will not be your ride or die chick ever again. You've got a new chick. Good luck with that bitch. You two deserve each other.
Don't even think of doing anything to get back at me. I know everything. Everything. You haven't seen crazy if you mess with my family or me again. That Monica is dead. The nice Monica that gave a shit. You killed her.
Heartless,
Monica