I HATE YOU.
I think you are a weak excuse of a man.
I know your secrets. My mother told me everything.
You despise correction, and you will never listen to anybody but yourself.
I see past your bullshit; I smell it, and I cringe every time I look at your miserable wife.
Monique cried, and looked me straight in the eyes and told me she was sorry for mistreating me as a child. She fucked me over, and then she came back to your pathetic ass.
Mom told me about the abortion you paid for. She told me she cheated first, and then you went off and stuck your dick in your high school sweetheart.
YOU MAKE ME SICK!
I was hoping you hit Jake or Jayden when I was in Orange County that day you broke down, it would have given me reason to beat your ass, but luckily, by the Grace of G-d, you didn’t.
I have learned by the Grace and Mercy of the woman that I love that it’s better not to say anything, so I won’t. I’ll bite my tongue, and pretend like everything is okay for the sake of your marriage and the relationship between my brothers and I.
I want nothing to do with you.
I think the worst thing a parent can do is try to be their son or daughter’s friend; instead, they need to be the FUCKING PARENT.
I know you are broke; You can’t fool me. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter Dad.
You know what’s funny is that Grandpa tried to call me out and say that I was wrong, haha! Just another piece of shit just like you. It’s okay. I forgive you.
The Bible says to honor your mother and father, and I will. Don’t worry, I will.
I’m here for Jake and Jayden, that’s it. Not you, Monique, but Jake and Jayden.