I love you, but I hate you. I hate how much you hurt me. I hate how you have hurt your children. I hate that you have let yourself become so brain washed by some skank home wrecking s*** that you are not even yourself anymore and you deny that it’s because you are being controlled. You are suddenly smitten over her words, her words that look like she copied them right out of our old texts. I was once the one you also called “my love”. And the truth of it all is that I wish for your death. Every day. I wish that because you don’t deserve happiness. You think you do, but you don’t. Not after all the pain you’ve caused so many and never felt an ounce of remorse. And you continue to inflict that pain. It’s as if you take pleasure in it, and it’s so obvious that it’s coming from her. She has totally mind fucked you. Just one example, you don’t even like country music, never have. You don’t like tattoos. And so many other things that are not even remotely you. Line dancing? Seriously? It’s sad to see how far gone you really are. Sad for your children. So yes, I do wish for your death every day, because then maybe we all could finally get some closure and healing from the enormous amount of damage you have done. You don’t think so but you are a narcissist. You must be, because normal people with normal emotions wouldn’t be able to live with themselves knowing what a terrible person you are. Normal people don’t cause the kind of pain that you do and then feel nothing, just blaming everyone else or thinking that we are the messed up ones for how we finally react to all of it. Normal people don’t have the capability to inflict so much harm on those who have done nothing but give you all they had, loved you beyond all measure, and no not in the way that you now seem to think that your w**** does. She’s evil as well. She is much like you, going around breaking up families and then acting like she has some kind of right to be happy when she took what wasn’t hers to take. You aren’t even the first and you know it. Neither of you deserve anything other than to suffer the pain you both have caused, but tenfold. I hope that life will bring you both 100 times the amount of pain that you’ve put out into the world. I hope you suffer the most horrific things any person could ever have happen. And I hope it hurts so bad that the only thing you’ll want to do is curl up in a ball and die.