Dear You

[finding]

I would have to say Barbara is right. I am stupid and blind for ever trusting you and that you would change.

You aren't sorry for anything you have done. You are what everyone has said all along. A crackhead, a whore, a liar, a user, a liar, a thief, and a multitude of so many other things. It really is a good thing you can't have kids because all you would do is hurt them in order to get what you want. I have a feeling you would abandon them if it suited your needs.

You want what you want and to hell with everyone else. I paid for your plane ticket out here with promises you would be hee to help me and the kids only for you to stab me in the back and destroy their dreams.

Karma is a bitch and she will destroy you. God has a special place in hell just waiting for you. Have a nice day you barren cunt. How does blood on your hands feel?

[finding]

You are a real class act. You start a fight after I tell you J is sick and there could be a serious problem because I won't let you come get your stuff.

I'm out several hundred dollars because of you. If the few clothes here were so important you should have took them with you when you left. I told you last week if you wanted them that they would be in the garbage can on Friday. Guess they weren't that important.

Have your new man replace anything you left behind because there is nothing left for you here.