I'm sorry you screwed me up in the head and I let you. I'm sorry you aren't original enough to think up your own snarky life comic title and you had to steal mine. I laugh at the fact you think her artwork is artwork. I'm sorry that you are using the same lines, on her, that you told me for 14 years, knowing I will read them on your local website, and knowing that you know I will. Its sort of psychopathic of you to write words of love to her publicly, when I have the same words on paper from you to me on various anniversaries. Knowing that I am still reeling from the theft of my serenity, theft of my ability to trust anyone to the point of ruinous disadvantage, knowing you told me you would be so proud of me when I got published, and you received a copy of it... What I am not sorry about is that you are happy. You are finally happy with her, which leads me to not question myself, but your motives. I was the best of any wife to you, I supported you when you were sick, when you were laid off, when you were happy and when you were sick, when you stole, when you hit that kid in the face for running you off the road. I never wanted anyone else, and I thought you set the sun moon and stars in the sky so much, I told people in spite of the evidence to the contrary that I thought you were a god..because you were so perfect. And you left me for my best friend...Infidelity. You repaid me with infidelity. And Lies? And yet somehow, you still think, that you were better than me in your morals..In reality, you are bragging about your perfect life, with your fabulous home, and loving girlfriend, but its just bragging..the fact is...you view everything around you in only the best possible light...which would normally be a fabulous thing, a fabulous attitude for the general public, but in reality, and only a wife of 14 years would know this, you said all the same things about me, when I was your companion. As for me, and I know you read this, you are a coward. You hide from your mistakes. You hide from stealing from Donna all those years, you hide from the thefts you did at the Mall, all of those electronics don't belong to you except for one; you hide from the fact you think your brother is an idiot for staying married to the 'sloth he married' whose house is still roach infested no matter how many times they move, who never taught their son to stop peeing in his pants, who never taught their son about bathing and yet you lie to your brother about your opinion when he asks, you don't even attempt to help your nephew who so badly needs your guidance, you've never told your mother you thought she was overpowering and a guilt tripping hag, you were never there for her when she went through her chemo and I was, you never thanked your mother for anything unless it was money, and you even encouraged her bashing her own children, you never told her how negative she made you feel so that you wanted to stay away for all those years, and you never have made amends with your oldest brother or even attempted to support him..instead you call him the redneck of Union. Your disdain for your family astounds me even now, you have what is called a deceiver's tongue, everything you say is a lie, or if it is the truth, one has to look at WHY you have chosen the truth for that occasion. You drink to mask your symptoms, and you never admit you are wrong, unless it serves you. You don't believe in altruism of any form, even letting a fly out of the house is not altruistic to you..and I know why. You are the disease that riddles this earth in humans, you by choice, have chosen to serve only yourself and never anyone else who doesn't serve a purpose to you. You only seek pleasure and when pain comes around, or your comeuppance arrives, you ignore it, you pretend you did nothing to create it...Oh you don't bellyache like most people would about their circumstances...you just pretend it didn't happen. You are the most passive-aggressive, narcissistic, selfish minded, abusive man that ever walked this earth. You have no soul, no consideration for those you destroy, not especially the one who would have let you kill her, me, because it made you happy. It is only because you proclaim that you so highly disdain the sight of blood of others that you are not a psychotic killer, but I believe you could be. I know you could. I know every cheap shot you took on the battleground, and every profound statement you made to make me believe there was a reason for it. You had a reason for everything. It's made me feel quite stupid to think how I believed in you, and how even now, I hurt because I let you hurt me when I read your work. That's what I am sorry for. I am sorry I ever knew you. Ever let you touch me. Ever loved you. I wish you had never been known to me. For two reasons, I would be less damaged emotionally, and you would have never met my best friend. And you know..all that bragging you do, is underscored by those who know you best, those who are honest enough with themselves, that you are a pitiful miserable person. I'm just terribly sorry that I loved you so much, that you still continue to push my buttons, to hurt me, to bring to the surface the pain of your mockery. That's what I am sorry for. To be brutally honest, I am sorry that you have caused me to react this way. That I have let you. I really am. I will get a better handle on it in time, I am sure. I will never get over what you have done to me, or the impact you had on my life, or how horrible you have truly become, but I do hope one day to get one simple line from you, in a truthful manner, and by truthful, I mean the dictionary sense, not your sense of right and wrong..I hope to get the email that just says, "I am sorry, I was wrong, I did love you, its not your fault; and I should have been there for you like you were for me, and I am sorry. I need your forgiveness."
Its not like I will get it, because again I know you better than anyone else, especially your poor mother, bless her, but if I did, I would take some comfort that finally you had developed a conscience for your actions, a soul for the dark black spot in your heart...But that won't happen. Because you would never be so human.
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