What’s wrong with me? You are what’s wrong with me. You fucked up our family. You fucked up my life. But you don’t see that. You don’t see that I payed for your education only to have you ruin our 10 year marriage with 4 kids because you want to f*** a 57 year old that for some strange reason wants to buy a s*******? I know more than you think I know. Let me be, b****. If I’m not in a good mood then I’m not in a good mood. It doesn’t concern you.
