Getting everything I want. My name is off the lease, refrigerator, washer, dryer, bedroom set, dinning room set, one mattress, computer desk, printer, both cars. Fuck that bitch. Going to pick up the U-Haul in 2 hours.
Seeing her today trying to figure out how she's going to afford all the bills by herself made me smile. She makes less than me, and I know I couldn't afford all those bills by myself. I don't even have to do anything to make her suffer, she's doing this all to herself.
It's like watching a car sitting on the railroad tracks and a slow moving train is headed straight for it. You know it's going to end disastrously, and you're wondering why the driver doesn't do anything to prevent the pending collision. I know she's going to crash and burn hard again. She's on another downward spiral, and no one's going to be there to pick her up when she hits the ground this time. Call me a sick bastard, but it makes me feel good knowing that.
Submitted December 10, 2014 at 12:29AM by MaleGoddess http://ift.tt/12omJLr Divorce
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