How dare you come to my door and act like you haven’t had your part in what is going on. Yes, the focus is mainly on him right now, but we are all well aware of the failures you’ve been having as well. Don’t stand in my living room acting all innocent. We all know the truth. We all know what you’ve been up to as well. Our lives are all in chaos and you could care less. You want what you want and that is all that matters to you. You make me sick. You truly make me feel ill when I think about you and what you’re putting your kids through, what you’re putting us all through. I can’t wait until this is all over. I can’t wait until I never have to see you or hear from you again.


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