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"Did you read that part 'he's sick of the stress' that you always cause. He just wants to enjoy life and you're just making it miserable for him. This is too much for him. I've forwarded all texts from you to Mick. If you want to talk, fine. I'm just not going to read your texts." 

Why do you draw Mick into this? You are the one hurting him. Even if you win his sympathy against me, you are only hurting him more. It's a game you can't win. Instead, you should go to your parents and friends and tell them the truth. It was more important keeping your dogs than keeping your family together. It is beyond my comprehension the more I think about it that a mother would destroy her family over dogs and separate an excellent father from his son. 

Because of those dogs and the expenses that I will now have, Mick won't have his new car, which was his biggest dream. You can call me a coward, but I hope you have the guts to tell those around you that you picked the dogs over me. You have caused me incalculable anguish because of your promiscuity, but you will not humiliate me over two mongrels without paying a steep price. 

You say that losing the dogs would crush Mick, but losing Daddy is no more traumatic that throwing out the trash. You will not humiliate me bragging about all the guys you fucked, charging me to fuck you and mocking me to your friends that you would choose your dogs over your husband. You have no concept of the depth of my anger short of violence. 

In my quiet apartment without the barking and biting dogs, I'm going to write shit that will give you diarrhea. How are you going to defend yourself destroying a family over dogs? I could tell in Mick's remarks that you are doing everything to turn him against me. I have plenty of experience of a mother turning her boys against a good father. 

You are making things worse by the day. The way you are dragging Mick into our fight is reprehensible. No mother would use her children to defend herself for choosing dogs over her family. You're abusing Mick to defend the indefensible. You are the one who rejected our family to keep two dogs. Don't fuck with me because you're turning him against me. 

If you use Mick again, then I will tell Brownsville the real story about you. Again! If you use our baby to defend your half mutts/half mongrels, that will be the final straw. You don't love Mick. You are exploiting him. You chose to destroy a family and a father and son's relationship. Defend your decision. Don't use Mick as a scapegoat. 

I should remember that someone who would fuck three different guys in three different weeks and brag about all the other guys she had fucked because she was out of control is capable of any outrage. Don't fuck with me and don't tell me you love me anymore because no woman would charge her ex $100 to fuck like a common prostitute. 

Quit playing the innocent virgin when you would run off to Denver to fuck some guy among your drug-filled and drunken flings while you dumped your kids on your parents so you could have sex-filled Saturday nights when the next guy who would eat your pussy in the parking lot and fuck you in the backseat of his pickup or any number of encounters with your many fuck friends who enjoyed rights to a chick with no morality. Because you have no values, it's no big deal to fuck some asshole that you had only met a few hours earlier. 

It's very sad to be alone and to think that we were together only a few days ago, but you chose the dogs over Daddy. I hated those ugly mongrels, but you loved them more than me. It was your decision. It's not like I haven't resumed my solitary existence before and you in your usual manner will move on to your next romance as you have always done. 

And Mick? I guess you have convinced him he needs the dogs more than Daddy. Are your friends laughing that the fiercely independent Olivia has displayed that a dog and not a man is a woman's best friend? 

I have always loved you, but you have never understood karma. You will pay for your unforgiveable mistakes. I gave up my two beautiful boys for you. And you can't give up your two mangy mongrel mutts for me even though it costs a loving relationship between a father and a son as well as our love? 

Does this lack of common sense explain the reasons you could give yourself to your loser ex and all the other pendejos in your miserable life? What is your defense, your defense for your grotesque immorality because breaking up your family for street curs crosses all moral lines? Everybody probably agrees that you choosing two dogs over another dog was the right decision as well as finding the entire ordeal extremely humorous, but they also find when communicating among themselves your decision to be very sad in that you would destroy a family over animals. 

The night seems to last forever as I wake up from dream after dream. You have left me in a dark place. I fear the worst. I know in your own way you have tried your best to make our family work. Maybe it was COVID cabin fever that took its toll. After you take Mick to football practice, put on a nightgown with nothing underneath and I will fuck you.   

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