Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Stress Happens (part 1) "To the Bitch that killed my dad"

Being stressed, story of my life right?  I'm always stressing about something.  This time I'm stressing about everything.  To explain it all is going to take a series of blog posts...so bear with me.

First of all there is my parents.  I lost my father unexpectedly last November and it's been stress city ever since.  I don't have peace with his death.  I can't seem to make peace with it.  This is mainly because the woman who as good as killed him is suing me for his estate stating she was his wife and deserves it.  Ok hold it there bitch my father was never married to you.  Add to that you drugged up whore you as good as killed him by choosing to smoke crack instead of letting him get all the medical help he needed.  If there is anything I'd love to do to you it's choke your fat ass.  I hate you.  I just want to say that to you.  I hate you! You took my daddy away from me and never gave him back.  You would never let him get clean from drugs.  You wouldn't go the fuck away.  If not for you, you no good mother fucking bitch my parents would have stayed together but you just had to have him.  Well my Daddy was a good man and he always deserved better than you.  I hope you rot in hell you deserve nothing less.  You deserve to be hanged, drawn, and quartered for the things you did.  You never cared about anyone but yourself.  You only want the money so you can buy you more drugs.  Don't you get enough whoring yourself out?  Why don't you overdose?  Better yet go take a nice jump off a bridge and don't come to the top.  I have never had such harsh feelings toward another human being but you are the exception.  You deserve to burn...to die the most gruesome and horrible death anyone could wish on another person.  All you ever were to my dad was the biggest mistake he ever made.  So take your fat ass and your lies and go to hell. I hate you and I want you to get out of my life and leave my family alone.  When I say leave us alone I mean leave us alone.  I don't mean go and beg my grandparents for money when they barely have the money to feed themselves.  I mean leave us all alone.  Go away and pretend we all disappeared from this world.  All you are is trouble and all you do is lie.  You lied to me, you lied to my dad, you lie to everyone.  Go away you don't deserve anything my dad left behind.  You don't even deserve my kindness.  From the moment I met you, you were trouble.  That's all you have ever been.  You used to lock me out of the house in the cold without a coat so you could do your drugs in luxury.  You beat my father while he was in a wheel chair and could not defend himself.  You drained him and my grandparents of what little money they had.  You put a wedge in between me and my dad so deep we hardly spoke from the time I met you.  Go ruin someone  else's life.  You're not welcome here.  Take my advice bitch and go the fuck away.  You are not wanted here.

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