I saw you this weekend. It was nice to see you again. Nice to see you’re alright. It was also refreshing to see that Heffer still hanging all over you like a thirsty little wench, dragging her child along as a disguise. Acting like a thirsty wanna-be MILF, lol. Can’t you have a little more respect for what used to be our marriage ? Must you flaunt your hoes ? Have you no dignity ? At least hide the bitch when I’m around and be classy about it. Sheesh.
You know, apparently some things never change. I asked to see you while I was in town…you know, to talk about this divorce that has yet to happen. But once again, you dodged that bullet. You ran away. What the fuck are you so scared of? You pretend like you’re soo busy to the point where you just don’t have time to answer text messages. Bullshit. You’re just a fucking coward and it actually makes me kind of sad for you.
I always had to do a lot in the relationship when it came to final decision making because you could never just be a man and take the initiative. So here I am, yet again, taking the initiative to communicate. But the shit ain’t working and I’m running low on patience. So yet again, I have to be the one to make the final decision on us. I’ll have to shell out the money myself and file myself.
It’s all good though, you know why? Good things are coming my way.
You’ll Be Sorry One Day,