Pfffft

How do you do it? How do you manage to consistently get yourself under the limbo pole of decency? With every turn you manage to slide just a little further off the track. I’m floored by your constant ability to push yourself further below the steaming cauldron of shit you’ve decided to bob for apples in.

I don’t even pity you anymore. I used to view your complete lack of foresight, intelligence and maturity as some kind of tragic character flaw that somehow took hold over your being and forced you to behave this way.  Now though, the light of truth has exposed that all along you’ve simply not given a fuck. Apathy is a two way street though, and so is animus.

It takes a monumental effort to move yourself into a category of people in my lfie I’d just as soon never see again. I’m a hippie. I try not to judge anyone for anything they do. But when you decide to shit someone so completely out of your life that the fecal back-splash also happens to hit people who have been in your life and your loved one’s lives for over a decade and a half, you can fuck off. You can fuck right off.

I don’t begrudge you your feelings. I don’t judge you for those. I judge you for the way you’ve put your feelings ahead of everyone else to the point of insulting anyone who’s ever done anything for you. A door swings both ways, but your plan seems to be to slam it so hard behind you that it falls off the frame, and takes the whole fucking house down with you as you go.

Talk about insult to injury.

It’s you that pulled the motherfucking pin on the grenade; remember that. Maybe it was always there. Life is full of them. But if you’re going to have the balls to pull the pin, next time consider throwing the cock-sucker instead of letting it sit in your lap, primed to destroy not only you, but everyone around you.