I hate that whore, white trash, dirty slut. I hate her so much that I hope she goes to the darkest place in hell. I hope that she gets a horrible disease and is put into the hospital and I can go visit her while she is on her death bed and tell her what a worthless piece of slut she is. I hope she suffers, I hope she loses the thing that is most precious in her life, and she has pain like she has inflicted on me. I hate her so much.
I feel like posting her pictures every where I can online and telling people what a horrible slut she is.
I am filled with such anger and hate.
F%&7 you. I think you are an old ugly, stupid bitch who will open her legs to anyone. Die and rot in hell forever.
From: the wife of the man you WISH you could be with.
[This message edited by kate0421 at 2:52 PM, March 21st (Friday)]
Wishing you peace!
I second what you feel. The only difference between the AP is: that piece of shit that my H got his ego kibbles from is that it is an old washed up, ghetto mentality, project living skank ass ......
Both feet pointed forward; positive
I truly believe that the people who did such hurtful things will get whats coming to them eventually.
..well, it took a while, but bfOM got what was coming to him.. a non-operable brain tumour at 57.
..dead as a doornail! howz that for karma? .. not to mention the year it took him to steadily decline while his family looked on.
..he had to have thought about how his choices in life came back to bite him in the ass. lost his law practice as his body and mind deteriorated..
..I have zero sympathy for this stinking pile of shit.. I visit his grave every so often to pay my 'disrespects' and do my happy dance. ..'water' the flowers, so to speak!
..my hatred for him knows no bounds.. next week I'll bring the kittylitter deposits.. good fertilizer.
Vent away. This is the best place for it.
"Look, as sentient meat, however illusory our identities are, we craft those identities by making value judgments. Everybody judges, all the time. Now, you got a problem with that, you’re living wrong."
..that feeling you get in your stomach, when you heart's broken. It's like all the butterflies just died.
I tell people I am tired but really my heart is broken and I am sad.