Now I have no reason to ever be nice to you again Siren. I’ve just today given up on ever being with you and accepted that I have to ruin your life instead. Without these delusions of hope to protect you, things might get ugly. If you have nothing to offer me then you are worthless and I don’t have to feel bad about hurting your feelings or whatever happens to you as a result of my actions.

For instance, I’ll be sure to show up at your wedding and ruin it. Oh…. wait….. you’re never gonna have a wedding you dumb c***. You’re never gonna have marital rights. If you or he ended up in the ICU, you would die alone, they wouldn’t you visit each other.
Tough t****** b****. You chose the wrong man and you’re gonna pay for it for the rest of your short miserable life. Hes gonna die before you do because you picked an old fart, and you won’t be able to inherit ANYTHING from him when he does. You’ll be a broke old widow who can’t take care of herself with no one who gives a f*** about her. Hope you’re looking forward to changing his diapers when his alzheimers sets in in your 50s or 60s you dumb b****. He won’t have any say in your right to rescusitate, but your father and extended family will. You won’t be able to plan the burial for him when he dies or vice versa. You’ll never be able to get any government or public financial benefits from being with him if I decide to kill his a**. You’re just a glorified concubine in the eyes of the law, unless you want to become an even bigger burden on fatboy by making him pay for your healthcare while bringing in 8 grand less in annual income. You two are doomed. DOOMED. You will never have a happy ending you stupid harpy. If life doesn’t finish you off in the next 10 or 20 years, I will make sure you die as alone and miserable as I will.