I am sitting here deep in thought wondering how to stop wanting to smash your face in. Sounds violent I know, and knowing you, you will probably get a restraining order or something. Mostly because you are a drama queen, and because in your fear, you don’t know a thing about me.
But you stole my life you miserable bitch. And then looked me in the eye when I asked you why and whimpered “I didn’t know, I had no clue” .
That is a pile of horse shit. You knew and you knew exactly what you were doing too. You found a man that used to .. like you.. and being the sorry, miserable , ignorant whatever you are, you decided to get him back. And because you knew him before, you knew just what to wave in front of him to lure him away.
And just how to act spineless and weak and let him walk all over you to make him stay.
You bought him.
That’s all it was. He made a deal with the devil, and so did you.
Funny I heard you are broke. Flat broke. But still you find ways to feed his addiction, to give him what he wants, to muddle his mind and cloud his vision so that he doesn;t wake up again and wonder what in God”s name he is doing with…you.
You think that piece of paper is your rights to him? Laughable. You can’t change what was and you will never have him the way I did.
He was a real man when he was mine. Strong, passionate, tender, caring.
Look what you have done to him. Yeah, you. You and your spinelessness, your codependent weak ways. You will do anything to keep him. You don’t even care if he can’t stand you.
As long as he stays, and boy, keeping him full of painkillers and whatever other kind of drugs he wants and has you hooked on is a sure good way to do it. Cause if he was at all in his right mind, anything close to the man he was when I was with him, he would be gone so fast, without looking back.
I tried to be your friend, to support you and help you. I tried to trust you because I confided in you how afraid I was to trust any woman involved with him. You promised me I could trust you. You spun your own sad little tale of betrayal. And then you betrayed me so badly, it hurt almost worse than what he did to me.
You , pretending to be a christian woman, to actually give a shit, are a fake and a fraud. Whatever it takes to keep him.
Are you really that stupid to think what happened to me won’t happen to you? Except there is one big difference. When he moves on, he won’t be calling you and flying back to see you and telling you how much he loves and misses you and how much he wants to come home.
You are not, and will never be home to him.
You only have a piece of paper that makes you think is your claim over him.,
I, you miserable bitch, have his heart.
But I don’t own him. And that is the difference between you and me.
You will cling to anything, any shred of proof of your claim that you were soul mates, meant to be together.
I have nothing to prove.
You can keep him. Look what you have done to him. When he was with me he was vibrant, he was strong and able. He ran a business and laughed. He lived. We lived. And loved.
With you, I am sure you are surprised if he gets out of bed any particular day of the week. Oh yes, he spent a bit of time in bed when we were together, but ..um that was together doing things you have no clue about.
You deserve to know that you, will never be me. You will never take my place. You will never have his heart, or be part of his soul. You will never be the passion that stirs him or moves him. And everyday you are with him, you know he thinks of me.
And thank the powers that be, I can never be you.
You are a home wrecker, no good christian upstanding woman. You are sick. Sicker than him. You deserve whatever heartache befalls you from what you did to me, my kids. our family.
Did you really think that you deserve happiness when you so wretchedly stole mine? Do you deserve happily ever after, when you destroyed someone else’s?
Oh sure, he is just as much at fault. For you could not have done what you did without his consent. The fact that consent was given under a drugged out haze of misguided belief only lets him off the hook a little. But it negates anything you think you have with him. You bought him. And you will pay dearly for that.
If you loved him, you would not sit there and help him die. You would fight for him to live. I did. I tried. But you were sitting right there beside him giving him more and more and telling him your pitiful lies and whimpering like a weak and simpering bitch you are.
Happy anniversary you Spineless bitch. And many more. You made your bed. You think you got what you wanted? Watch and see.
I know how this story ends. And one day I will have the satisfaction of watching you suffer, as you watched me fall apart. Lose everything I had and all my hopes and dreams.
Watched being the key term. I am no longer in pieces. No longer a shadow. I am more without him than you will ever be to him.
There is no forgiveness for what you have done. No God will save you from your dark ugly heart and soul. Spout all your christian sayings and platitudes, you aren’t a christian, you are evil.
You reap what you sow. Think of that when you wonder why he is so damned unhappy with you, a shadow of the man he was. Think of that when he reminisces of the happiness we shared and his former life with me.
You. Reap. What. You. Sow.
And know this too when you are miserable and wishing he could love you more.
I am happy.
Because I sowed the seeds of happiness. I took out the nasty choking weeds that someone else tried to over run my life with, and I have beautiful flowers and the joy and happiness and fulfillment I have always wanted.
I don’t need a man to do that.
I don’t need another woman’s life to do that.
You shouldn’t either, but you stole mine.
Regards and Best Wishes for a long and happy marriage.