Why is it all of a sudden, out of the blue, you think it would be a good idea to send me a message? Especially one where you pretend to be concerned? Where were you when I told you what you were doing to me? Where were you when I wrote this? Or this? Where were you when I was on the floor sobbing? Where were you when I couldn’t sleep or eat?
Oh yeah, that’s right. You were out fucking someone else. Trying to tell yourself that she would be better than I was, somehow. Believing that she could love you the same way I did. Hell, even calling her by my nickname. Now you’re sad because it wasn’t what you thought it was. How stupid you are.
Do NOT call me. Do NOT text me. Do NOT email me. IF and when I decide to forgive you, I will let you know. Right now I don’t want to. I am too good a woman for this shit.
Anger is a good thing, Ging. A very good thing.
YOU GO, GIRL!!!!
Oh yeahhhhhh!! That’s the way to do it!
Oh yeah, that’s right! You ARE too good a woman for that shit… too little and more importantly TOO FUCKING LATE!
Rip his nutz off!! Stupid men.
Oh Yeah!! Game on girl! Don’t let him get away with that shit. wait… as a guy am I supposed to be on his side on this??? Oh well, I’m still siding with you
You definitely are too good a woman for that scrub. Shiiiit…
Thank you guys. I really am pissed off more and more every day. I probably wouldn’t be if I still saw him. I’m sure it will be a battle for a while.