as you all may have gathered, my ex-husband killed himself last month. he overdosed on pills, he just took whatever was handy. plus? lots of alcohol. we were together 18 years, and were divorced just a little over 3 months. i still can't believe he did it, i'm in shock. well, that plus anger and lots of regrets and stress because do you have
ANY FUCKING IDEA how hard it is to deal with your children's emotions on a day to day basis and keep holding it together yourself? it's really fucking hard. they don't know he killed himself. i get to keep that delicious tidbit all to myself, to torture myself with daily. plus? let's not forget the fact that his mother and sister have completely gone insane and in addition to telling everyone at the funeral that *i* killed him, my ex-inlaws snuck down here and took everything out of his apartment,
INCLUDING MY CHILDREN'S FUCKING TOYS!!! then, when my daughter bitched her aunt out on facebook? yeah, that bitch
unfriended my child. nice.
i hope she ROTS. IN. HELL.
And i hope that sometime soon, i get to walk up to that cunt (scuze my language), punch her in the gut, then knee her in the face when she's all bent over. then? then i'll grab her by her scraggy locks and
BAM!
right into the fucking concrete goes her face. over and over and over and over again. i won't stop until she's got gravel imbedded in her skin and her eyelids are torn off.
then i kick her in the throat.
then, i don't care.
