I want the life I had pictured for myself in August of 2024 back. I want what we were building back. FUCK CANCER and fuck Shrek. They both have taken what feels like everything from me. I lost Anthony to cancer and his ex because she is manipulating him through his kids. I call her an ogre, therefore Shrek.
I hate her. I hate him at this moment for not being strong enough to keep me and tell her to fuck off. I get why. It is his kids. You do everything to keep access to them. But fuck them both today.
I hate that my heart belongs to someone who is being manipulated. I hate her for being a cunt and doing this to him and their kids. No one tells her no. No one says you do not get to pitch a fit and keep getting your way. SO FUCK YOU AND FUCK OFF.
My tears fall in the quiet moments when I need a hug. They fall when I am driving my car and no one can see me cry. They fall when I sit in my office and type this out. They fall in the silence because I cannot smack a bitch and tell him he is better than this. They just fall all the time.
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