You just carry on you fat, ugly, sulky cnt. You’re just like your witch of a mother, make out you’re all nicey nicey when in fact you’re a nasty little backstabber.
You conned me.
You’re not the kind, generous, patient and loving guy you used to be. You got your feet under MY table because you hated where you were. Then once you got a ring on my finger, you pulled off your mask to show you’re the complete opposite. It’s all a big lie. You’re a big lie.
Like our marriage.
Because tomorrow, when you’re out working, another guy will be balls deep in me, giving me what you can’t as you can’t find your tiny wiener because of your fat guts!