You called me useless, a disgrace of your family, incapable, how I should go to the street, “give p**** to everybody and give birth to babies like a sow and then throw them”. I’m repulsed by your lies, all the hurtful thigs you said about me. The psychiatrist said it was normal to want and have s**. But you made me feel ashamed of it, and I became a masochist. I enjoyed when my ex chocked me, when he fucked my p**** during my period, when he fingered me, fucked me on the staircase, in the car… I even asked him to cheat on me with another girl. But when I saw him texting other girls, I was furious. I cyberbullied the girl who came to him like an abandoned b****. What a waste of space she is, texting him and crying because they broke up even though she’s a f****** mother and a wife now. D, it’s disgusting of you to write to my ex how your daughter plays with the stuffed toy that he gave to you. If you want a d***, then go to your husband. That’s what I wrote to her, and she came back to my ex sobbing about how I made her feel sick, and she even posted a photo of the medicine she’s taking on her Instagram story. Excuse me? I have panic disorder, PCOS and possibly an autism spectrum disorder. I take medicine as well, but I’m not insane to publish it on my own profile. She doesn’t deserve to be a mother. She’s a s***, just like all of us. But at least don’t act like a modest woman and a housewife, you ugly b******. And to the girl that reported me to the vice dean, I hope you have a miscarriage. It seems as if you’re rather skilled at getting the d***. And you present yourself as a chaste woman. So don’t complain about me making a mistake, when you’re a disgusting s***. I’m sure your husband detests you.