You’re right. We can’t f****** wait til you die. You’re a miserable human being and we we don’t want to deal with you anymore. Your own children hate visitng you. And no, I don’t want to kiss your cheek in the morning and at night. I kind of want to punch you and tell you I know you used to hit your kid. Tell you that she was scared of you, that she doesn’t love you and is counting the days til you f****** die.
And I hate you for making me into the kind of person who wishes another person was dead.
