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.
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.