D****, January 21, 2006
Just so you know, living with you for 8 ½ years was like living in Hell. How do I know what Hell is like? I don’t, but I guess it’s how my life was when we lived in the same house. There were SO many times I wanted to give you a piece of my mind and tell you what I thought, but I couldn’t because Mom didn’t want you to go back to her and start yelling at her. However, I am going to tell you what I think right now… You used to say that you were God’s gift and that you were God. Whatever! You are definitely NOT God because for one- He’s perfect, and two- He’s not gay and doesn’t like things in his a**. Don’t deny your sexuality; we all know. To add on to that, you have nasty teeth and breath, wrinkles galore, and you’re really hairy. I don’t think God is like that either. Do you? Nope. Remember when you would tell my mom to back away from the table? And you would tell her she’s fat? Well she’s not the one that always ate cookies for breakfast. I do recall you had a belly on you. My mother is not fat, but she is pretty! By the way, you’re not a Christian. You are in fact a hypocrite. How could you make my mother look bad in front of all those people at the “kingdom hall”? Who supported your broke a**? Mom did. Remember when you used to ask me who paid the bills, and I said mom? Then you would get mad at me. I know why you got mad; it’s because you know I was right. It was true. She paid the bills, and you did seldom. You are the worst husband and father anyone could ever ask for! I remember when people came over, and my sister and I (sometimes my friends too) wanted to come outside. You would tell us to go away or go inside. You also don’t have any right to say that my dad is a bad father. He’s way better than you, and he’s not gay. Yes, there was a time in my life when he wasn’t there for me, but he has apologized for it many times and feels bad about it every day. I have forgiven him. You- you may say you’re sorry, but I don’t believe you because you are a liar. I don’t and will not forgive you. Because of all the awful things you have done, many people not only strongly dislike you, they hate you, including me. You make me sick. Would you like to know what I have seriously been thinking about? I think I should go to the kingdom hall and tell everyone the real story. Then you can say bye-bye to that religion, which is a bunch of BS anyway. I know some things you’ve told those people, and I can still find out more. How? I have connections. That’s how. Now let me get on the topic of “drinking”. You can’t put my mom down for drinking all the time. You’re the one that had to have “snake juice” every night. You darn alcoholic! Do you remember when you would ask me if you were a nice guy? (“I’m a nice guy ain’t I?”) All I said was yes because I didn’t want to start anything. When I would get upset, you used to bribe me with money. What happened to the $50.00 you still owe me for the last few times I worked for you? Well you know what? I don’t want your money. You probably need it for your one-night-stand with a dude anyway. You probably have AIDS and don’t even know it, you sick bastard! I felt like I was Cinderella when I lived in that house, and when I wasn’t, my mom was. You never cleaned, and I think it’s funny how you can clean up the place after we leave. Aren’t you just so nice and thoughtful? Hell to the no! Another thing you can do since we’re gone is hire a lawyer to finalize the divorce since you want it so bad. I want it done too. So hurry up and find one! For your information, it’s your loss. You just have no idea how good you had it, but you messed it up. You are a fricken loser, and I don’t care what you think about me.
Heather
Dammit.
so there it is with some adjustments... I would like to hear your responses to this! boy was i venting out my anger!!!
thanks much!