Monday, November 16, 2009

Well, Steve, to get her to do anything, you may have to die

He may actually be the one who leaves first. And when he does, perhaps you’ll learn that your good looks, your false leverage, are not a free pass to just lay there. You’ll find that you have nothing meaningful to offer anyone. If your husband ever realizes that he deserves better, maybe then you will know that you have lost a man who loved you so much – one who woke up every day trying to give you the world in exchange for what little you gave him. You'll realize just how much he did for you. You will also find yourself ill prepared for life and destitute. Where is your appreciation? Where is the unconditional love and loyalty for your husband? Though inexperienced, a good man, none the less. But, what of you? What do you bring to the table? What are you contributing to your lives? He does everything for you so that you can just show up, oblivious to what it took to get you there. Every day, your one true weapon, your looks, deteriorates away and becomes more and more a dull, butter knife of its former self; soon you will have absolutely nothing. How dare you expect him to stick around when you do nothing to tend your relationship! How dare you expect him to stick around when all you do is talk shit and belittle him! Go ahead and leave, and see if you could find another man as good as him – not just good, but who is willing to put up with your shit. Your stubbornness and naivety will be your downfall. You’re a selfish, lazy, useless, and terrible person, and you’re a horrible mother who has no desire to learn how to be better. You are causing physical and emotional harm to you daughter and your marriage because of your irresponsibility. The fact that you don't care that you miss class, paid for by taxpayers, to sleep in 'til noon, while your neglected, infant daughter festers in her own filth speaks volumes of the person you are. I am utterly disgusted by you. Despite myself, I secretly wish for people like you to fail miserably, so that you’ll know.

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