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i would hire a hitman if i knew one.
2010-11-30 @ 4:27 p.m.
god i hate her. i wish i could say i'd be the bigger person and stand back and be my usual professional haughty self and laugh at her white trash misfortune of an existence, but i know if i met her in real life and she came at me (as she is wont to do when she meets whomever he is with) i would beat her to within an inch of her life. i would be hard pressed not to use any of those self-defense techniques i know that can kill or critically injure someone. she deserves it. she is a bad person. she does these things intentionally. yes, she's mentally ill. but there is a level of deliberateness to her actions, of pre-planning and of intent. and that's why i went from feeling a little bit bad for her to wishing for her swift demise. the past two weeks he's been calling me and he's been in these terrible funks, and he always says he doesn't want to talk about it, but he does. he just wants me to listen, and i just want to do something for him, but there's nothing to be done or said. he thinks this divorce is going to solve all of his problems, and it just might, but i don't think she'll ever really stop. the one thing that he will be able to do, i hope, is get a restraining order against her because this constant harassment has got to stop. i'm sorry, perhaps it's because it's that time of month. i was already shitty and scatterbrained and grumpy this weekend, and this only makes me more irritated. what an asshole. |