It's Been a Great Couple of Months

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My Birthday: Sat alone in the house.

Thanksgiving: Sat alone in the house.

Christmas: Sat alone in the house.

New Year's: Sat alone in the house.

Valentine's: Sat alone in the house.

"Our house..."our".... fucking bullshit. I've now been in "our" house longer than you lived here with me. You're a fucking coward. You're a fucking liar.

Hope you're having a wonderful time fucking whatever random dude you're fucking now. And I say random since you could have only known him a short time when you started fucking him soon after we were supposed to marry. Although I get the feeling that whomever you're fucking now isn't the same random dude you were fucking right after you broke it off. Which means you're already on to yet another random dude. What a whore.

And if it isn't some "random" dude.. if it's someone you knew when we were together... well then that makes you a lying, cheating fucking whore.

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