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So I don’t know if any of this even ever happened you son of a bitch, but you’ve thrown my whole fucking family into disarray. My fucking hands are shaking as I write this you sick bastard. I don’t know if what you claim happened really happened, but regardless of whether it did or didn’t, it still makes you either too fucking sick, or too fucking crazy to be anywhere near my family. You stabbed me in the back you sick bastard, and we’ve known each other for how fucking long? You’ve always had a habit of crawling out of some dark fucking corner, confessing that you had some kind of dark secret that you couldn’t tell anyone - and now I know what it is. Why the fuck didn’t you fucking tell me you fucking piece of shit? What the fuck is wrong with you?! You’re a fucking hypocrite. Fuck you. You’re dead to me. You’re never seeing my family ever fucking again, and you’re sure as hell never stepping into my house. You stabbed me in the back you mother fucker. How could you do this to them, to my family, to me? Hell, how could you do this to YOUR fucking family? Do they know? Do they still respect you? Have they dropped to their knees and forgiven you - because I sure as fucking hell haven’t, and won’t. Had this come to light some other way, maybe if you had told me yourself, maybe if you were sincere about it, maybe if you had told me 5 fucking years ago I could’ve forgiven you, maybe I would’ve allowed remorse - but now you’re dead to me. I’m never talking to you ever fucking again. This is inexcusable. And I can’t believe you’re getting away with it. I can 100% not only understand, but believe, that you played this off like it was nothing, just a string of inappropriate accidents. You fucker. How could you? You played up that squeaky clean Mr. Perfect prince charming bullshit to take fucking advantage. You sick piece of shit. And worst of all, I was the wrong who brought you into my house.
Have a good life you fucker, because you aren’t, and won’t ever be, a part of mine any more.
It’s a very rare thing, but I wish only the worst upon you.
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So, I finally get over everything, albeit with the help of a bottle and an exceptionally close friend, but over it none the less. I return home, finally, with quite the cadre, only to find out that there’s more to this story. It’s suddenly not you’re fault, no you sick fuck, it’s suddenly her’s. FUCK YOU. You’re fucking sick, you’re demented. You’re fucking insane. You belong on that list you sick fuck, mistreated, disrespected, disgraced, and locked up in a tiny fucking box for the rest of your miserable life.
You’re beyond forgiveness. You’re beyond salvation. You’re beyond retribution.
You don’t exist anymore.
Have a good life you fucker, because you aren’t, and won’t ever be, a part of mine any more.
It’s a very rare thing, but I wish only the worst upon you.
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So, I finally get over everything, albeit with the help of a bottle and an exceptionally close friend, but over it none the less. I return home, finally, with quite the cadre, only to find out that there’s more to this story. It’s suddenly not you’re fault, no you sick fuck, it’s suddenly her’s. FUCK YOU. You’re fucking sick, you’re demented. You’re fucking insane. You belong on that list you sick fuck, mistreated, disrespected, disgraced, and locked up in a tiny fucking box for the rest of your miserable life.
You’re beyond forgiveness. You’re beyond salvation. You’re beyond retribution.
You don’t exist anymore.