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Dear Ms.Laura,
I have tried to be the bigger person, but I remembered that my blog isn't about trying to get free shit.
You like to act all Little House on the Prairie, but inside you are a cold selfish heartless bitch. You have tremendous control over your brand. That way you can manipulate people to do the dirty work for you so you come out the other side smelling like a rose.
People, to you, are like paper cups. When you have drained everything from them you wad them up and throw them away. I am sure you have been priming Kowboy with your burning need to get married and have babies ASAP. Then toss in a little old flame back in town Subtle hints of "I don't know how I feel". Bam! Ring time baby!! Oh boy! You get to change your passport before you head to Europe.
Your call for independent living was your easy way out. The tougher work of compromise and working to rebuild a relationship is beneath you. Plus you don't want a man that thinks for himself.
As I think of all the things I got rid of in a quest to "simplify" my life. Were all what you considered keepsakes of my marriage and children. The marriage you could work with, but I how dare I try to hold on to the little people I had raised, while denying your eggs were frying. That is okay because you have found a person that is more naive than you act.
He will be a great ball of clay to mold into what you want. One day he will wake up. One day he will see you as I see you. One day the old adage will poke its head through the sand. "If they run around with you, they will run around on you". I guess I should have waited until we both had our divorce papers in hand.
You clung to me until you found a more suitable host. You had your friends around you tell your side of the story. You denied them access to me or knew what buttons to push in front of them to get the desired reaction from me. Then you went to the gun class, your true colors showed through on that one. It came down to money. I worked around 30 more 12 hours shifts last year, I was in school full time and paying for it, and making half the bills at the house. And you have the gall to say I didn't pull my share or do enough things with you.
The icing on the cake was when I was looking at photos of our past trips. I found a hand full of photos of me. Damn I looked good before you started trying to mold me into the perfect sperm donor. I will get back to that and will be smarter to avoid that trap in the future.
I should have taken you up on the short term relationship and had a threesome with you. Watching you eat pussy would have been a great memory and I wouldn't be so far in debt. I hope, for your sake, Kowboy doesn't wake up before you get your baby rabies is cured.
I have tried to be the bigger person, but I remembered that my blog isn't about trying to get free shit.
You like to act all Little House on the Prairie, but inside you are a cold selfish heartless bitch. You have tremendous control over your brand. That way you can manipulate people to do the dirty work for you so you come out the other side smelling like a rose.
People, to you, are like paper cups. When you have drained everything from them you wad them up and throw them away. I am sure you have been priming Kowboy with your burning need to get married and have babies ASAP. Then toss in a little old flame back in town Subtle hints of "I don't know how I feel". Bam! Ring time baby!! Oh boy! You get to change your passport before you head to Europe.
Your call for independent living was your easy way out. The tougher work of compromise and working to rebuild a relationship is beneath you. Plus you don't want a man that thinks for himself.
As I think of all the things I got rid of in a quest to "simplify" my life. Were all what you considered keepsakes of my marriage and children. The marriage you could work with, but I how dare I try to hold on to the little people I had raised, while denying your eggs were frying. That is okay because you have found a person that is more naive than you act.
He will be a great ball of clay to mold into what you want. One day he will wake up. One day he will see you as I see you. One day the old adage will poke its head through the sand. "If they run around with you, they will run around on you". I guess I should have waited until we both had our divorce papers in hand.
You clung to me until you found a more suitable host. You had your friends around you tell your side of the story. You denied them access to me or knew what buttons to push in front of them to get the desired reaction from me. Then you went to the gun class, your true colors showed through on that one. It came down to money. I worked around 30 more 12 hours shifts last year, I was in school full time and paying for it, and making half the bills at the house. And you have the gall to say I didn't pull my share or do enough things with you.
The icing on the cake was when I was looking at photos of our past trips. I found a hand full of photos of me. Damn I looked good before you started trying to mold me into the perfect sperm donor. I will get back to that and will be smarter to avoid that trap in the future.
I should have taken you up on the short term relationship and had a threesome with you. Watching you eat pussy would have been a great memory and I wouldn't be so far in debt. I hope, for your sake, Kowboy doesn't wake up before you get your baby rabies is cured.
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