not for the faint of heart

mornings are when the worst thoughts come to me.

i wish her the worst. she deceived me and even made it appear that she was holier than thou. unfortunately for her, if there's a hell, she'll surely end up there.

i wish she suffers a tragic death on the delivery room. after the pain of childbirth, but before she sees her baby.

i wish a group of crooks take her somewhere dark and slices off her nipples so she can never breastfeed her bastard. i wish a rouge nurse sews shut her vagina as soon as her water breaks, and dulls the equipment they'll use for cesarean section.

i wish she gives birth to a deformed monster so difficult to love and to maintain its life. now if it ever turns out that i'm legally mandated to provide child support, there are ways to game the system to maximize her suffering. if i'm not gonna get the family i wanted, she sure as shit won't get it too.

i wish her kid suffers the same sexual abuse as she and her sister did with their stepdads. it's already gonna suffer the same fate as her as not having a father that legally recognized her, so it's not too far off for it to suffer the same fate.

i wish the kid learns the truth of its whore of a mother and lives an empty life not having a decent set of parents. that's always a surefire way to a fucked up future that will disappoint its mother's entire clan.

i wish in her desperate attempt to find a stepdad for her bastard, she marries a demon that will abuse her in every way possible. one that she can never escape, and one she'll keep going back to.

i wish she had been upfront about her misdeeds in the first place so i wouldn't have been fooled to fall in love with the worst person i've met. more than sourgraping, she's objectively the worst. it's my first time knowing someone i wish i never met. she is the worst kind of abuser.

i wish i could turn back time to 1996 to make sure there's one less bad person in this planet.

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