Monday, August 5, 2019

So I'm finally going to address this.

It was brought to my attention awhile ago that my ex husband is running his mouth yet again about me.It took me awhile to actually have the time to address it, but here we go. I felt that it would best be addressed with pictures of the shit hes saying before my response.





















ok that's kinda hard to read sooooo


Lets first address the cheating with a simple statement : I'm not you.
Secondly, no one is happier that I am gone from you then I am.OK that's a lie. The girls and Herby might be just as glad as I am.
You posting this bullshit,2 years after I left you, is just further proof of the abuse and vitriol that you spewed constantly while I was married to you. It just goes to show the head games you love playing. I am many things, but anyone who knows me at all knows the one thing I am not is a liar. The same can not be said for you though can it?

For someone who went through domestic violence classes , one would think you would be able to tell the difference between fucking someone who was asleep and someone who is a willing participant in sex. I mean if we were still sleeping together, willingly I mean, then why exactly did I lock my bedroom door and shove a door stop under it so you couldn't open it after the first time you did that shit? Why did I stop taking my medication that allowed me to sleep after that happened?

I promise this, no one in this family of mine misses you or your consistent need to make up for your lack of dick by trying to show you are always right. Reality was that was a rarity in and of itself.

As for money from a tax refund, there was NO mention of us splitting it in the divorce decree. I know as I'm the one who wrote it and you signed it. Not to mention the fact that the kids I claimed aren't yours and you had no right to claim them to begin with as we were no longer married. Sorry I refused to break a federal law to help you not be a broke bitch.

Now I will say you did help me pack, crying like a bitch the entire time,begging me not to actually leave,forcing me to lie about where I was going out of fear of what you would do to me if you knew.

I stole from you? You had nothing to steal. You kept the xbox1 that some other bitch bought for you, the pc I bought for you, the tv we bought together, the tv you bought me for my birthday as well as my black diamond paw print necklace that was a gift too.  The ONLY thing I have that was yours (and this was purely by accident since it was in my bag for some reason) was the fucking dildo you liked having shoved up your ass. If you want it back I have no problem shipping it to you.


So to address the part to my friends :
Again, I don't lie and the only person I have removed from my life had nothing to do with you. It was due to me being tired of her refusal to grow the fuck up, be responsible and constantly hiding her health status from the people who would give her a chance. It hit a breaking point when it was with someone I consider a damn good friend.

What people heard was you being an abusive prick who got caught. What you are doing with these dumb ass posts is a prime example of what gas lighting actually is and a perfect representation of the entire marriage I had with you.

No one sent you fake texts.
No one has time for fake facebook pages,bullshit phone calls and if I want to threaten someone I do it I don't need to hide what I have to say. That's part of why I got my ass beat as much as I did from you and Kevin. My fucking mouth.
I still don't know where the fuck Metter Georgia is.
I don't cheat. I'm too lazy for that shit.

You are the bad guy.
First step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.

So with that being said, fuck off. I'm happily married ( OMFG Who the hell knew what a happy marriage could feel like? I sure as hell didn't until now) Its been years now since I left. Move the hell on.   You aren't even a thought for me, Herby or the kids. You aren't missed. And to be 100% blunt, you wont be missed even after your kidneys finally fail.
Leave me and mine alone. PERIOD.




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