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It's so hard for me to think that for months you were looking me in the eye and saying I love you. You make me sick, you are nothing but a self-rightgeous, money hungry, no sex drivin' bitch! For years of marriage, I thought everything would be alright and work itself out, well, you worked it out. Me out of the house! I hope your pussy turns to rot. I hope your uterus turns to sand and falls the fuck out. I hope your HepC is transferred to every single man you bang and they all hate you as well. You are a self centerd cunt. Go rot in Hell. You and all the women in your family are simply cheaters. A whole family of cheating bitches. You fuckin tell me to my face that you love me and at the same time you're seeing s techasshole from your job? Our two childeren will love this bedtime story, once they are old enough to hear it.
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