Fuck you and your selfish, uncaring, piece of shit intentions. I sit there for three hours of my night listening to you and making sure you're okay, and then you treat me like this? How fucking dare you. After everything you tell me, I'm the problem of your unhappiness and shit marriage?
FUCK YOU. You can fucking leave everything behind and fuck off to your unknown destination, I'm sick of trying to help you and every one else in this fucking house. You're a crazy fucking bitch. You need some mental help.
I love you so fucking much but you don't need it, ever. You can pack your stupid fucking bags and you can leave us all behind. I am sick of trying to help you when all you do is abuse me. Sort your shit out and contact me when you have.
I'm not sorry, I'm just upset. I don't know what to do. You make me cry.
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