For years, literally until I ceased contact with you, you had no issue repeating and repeating and repeating the stories that you had.
Stories? Yes, stories…
‘Do you remember when you lived in the trailer? Well, he told me when I was over one day that he had left an insurance policy to me, and one to E.
She was so hurt. She was flabbergasted. How dare he not leave her both?
Oh wait, I apologize. I forgot to tell you they were divorced. And had been for many years,
He could have left his money to whomever he wanted, out of the graciousness of his heart, and feeling badly that he had been difficult to live with, he left one insurance policy to you. And one to her. Not his kids. He left his stuff to his kids, and his share of the cottage.
But one policy wasn’t enough for you. You actually looked him in the face, and told him you gave him 3 children, and she gave you nothing and demanded he sign that policy over to you.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?
You divorced him, got your payout, signed off, paperwork done, marriage done.
And it still wasn’t enough for you.
He never beat the shit out of you.
He did beat the shit out of me.
He ignored you, he was emotionally absent.
You know, while he lacked sleep, working a full time job with two side businesses to make sure you had everything you and we ever wanted.
And it wasn’t enough.
It was a three week cycle, what I remember.
One week of peace, one week of you getting annoyed, and by the end of the third week, the belt or the hairbrush or the wooden spoon came out to restore peace and make you happy.
You were never satisfied.
Nothing was clean enough, done right, too expensive, over the top.
Nothing but complete compliance for you ever made you happy.
You divorced in 1991, and this occurred approx 2002.
How long did you want him to pay for making you unhappy?
How many people did you want to infect with your poison by repeating this venemous side of your personality?
No wonder why he ignored you.
Newsflash – I wasn’t sleeping one of the nights the two of you were fighting. I watched him stand outside my room and tell you he didn’t love you anymore.
And yet, you most likely take no responsibility for the decline, of course it was all him. Make him the villain, just like narcs do.
Fuck the hate I have for you could be scooped up with a spoon its so thick.
Your negligence and abuse never left bruises that people could see.
They have shaped who I am as a human, and that is the farthest thing from whatever keeps you breathing.