Listen bitch, get this through the thick, white-trash head of yours...LEAVE ME THE f*** ALONE!!
Getting involved with a no good, low-down, janky-ass tramp like yourself was the biggest mistake I have made so far in my life.
The fact is that I NEVER, EVER loved you. Every single time that I said anything about loving you, I was straight-up lying to your big, fat, ugly-ass self.
You're damn straight I stopped being interested in having sex with you...I mean, I never loved you to begin with, and I never got used to how fat and nasty looking you are. I mean there were times when you had more stubble on your chin than I did, and you've always had a bigger, flabbier gut than I ever had.
All you ever were to me was a big, fat, pasty-white, Ma Kettle-lookin' whore.
Even a piece of white-trash like yourself knows that you are a whore...that's why you have been whorin' around ever since T. was smart enough to drop your sorry ass.
Bitch, you ain't shit...you've never been anything...and you're never going to amount to anything.
I should have known...I mean, come on, you were whorin' for K.H. before you started whorin' for me.
So bitch, who are you whorin' for now? That alcoholic loser you "solicited" off of the Internet. Or maybe you've been f***ing R. while he's preparing to take on your play-Mama. Or maybe you're back to sucking cocks again for your local meth dealer and his friend and his friend's friend so that they will front you a rinky-dinky-size bag of speed.
Oh, by the way, did you ever tell V. that you relapsed off of weed since you have been living at her place again and you were supposed to have been staying clean and sober?
Let's face it, you will never stay sober on a long-term basis because on a long-term basis you realize what a pathetic, flea-bitten bitch you are.
Lately, I have been re-visiting that wonderful day when E. whooped on your ass. I thought it was so fitting that she chose to smash you in the fat, triple-chinned, ugly and whiskered man-face of yours with a garbage bucket. She knew then what I definitely know now, that you are a sick, trashy, trampy, ugly, cheap, nasty, stanky-ass bitch! Same thing goes for K.H., he knew what a low-down, no good tramp you were and he showed you, didn't he, as he bitch-slapped your sorry, pathetic ass-self.
Listen bitch, I really couldn't care less what you think about me. I mean, let's face it, the biggest, most influential events in your life have been you being molested by your mama and your stupid, white-trash, convict father coming home from San Quentin in a body-bag. You even stated that that lame-ass cracker you call your father didn't ever want to come back to the retarted family he had spawned with that tramp, dog-tongued mother of yours! He probably was done molesting you and figured it was time for your mama to take over.
I am just hoping, no I am actually praying that some man at some point in time finishes the job that I started that day when I got my motherf***in' house keys back from your janky, honky-ass bitch-self. As I recall, you were a having severe problem breathing just prior to you realizing, in the interest of your own survival, that you had better turn over my house keys to me immediately.
I SWEAR TO GOD, HE WHO CREATED THE UNIVERSE AND HE WHO GAVE ME LIFE, that you or anyone associated with you had better not come across my path. If you ever attempt to raise your hand to me again, I will do whatever it takes, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY, to put you down just like the tramp, junk-yard dog that you are.
BE FOREWARNED, YOU WILL NEVER, EVER HAVE MY LEGAL CONSENT AGAIN TO CALL ME, EMAIL ME, APPROACH ME, WRITE ME, OR HAVE ANY OTHER TYPE OF CONTACT WITH ME. SIMILARLY, NO ONE ON YOUR BEHALF WILL EVER HAVE MY LEGAL CONSENT TO HAVE ANY CONTACT WITH ME, PHYSICAL OR OTHERWISE.
Now be a good bitch, and just go on your way.
Remember bitch, no matter where you go and what you do, you can ALWAYS count on me seeing you for the person you truly are--a despicable, inbred, smelly-ass ho'!!