Dear M

it's been quite some time since i've done a post entirely directed at M. it's about time, don't you think?? welcome to my world.

dear M,

your text message are the best ever.

"I hope you do have cancer and you die a very slow and painful death. i will come piss o. Your grave and rub one out on your tombstone."

classic. thank you. i love them.

know what i love even more? your phone calls!

20 minutes of "i'll be happy when you're dead," "you're a cum dumpster," & "hindu cunt" are my favorites. i also thoroughly enjoy "you're a whore," "i'll take you to court every day," & "go fuck your hindu boyfriend."

keep 'em coming M. you make my day. every day.

you know what i honestly love, though? i have the 2 best parts of you laying in their beds just down the hall. i hate the way you talk to me. i hate the way you treat me. but i will always love you. you gave me the best gifts anyone could ever ask for. you can keep saying these awful things. and you can keep hurting me. but i will always smile when i look at the beautiful blondies you gave me. you can be mad. and you can be jealous that i've moved on. but you can never take away my reasons for getting up every morning.

you know what i've learned M? life sucks. it's hard. it's unfair. and it never goes as planned. but it's worth every second. especially when you put the blondies first instead of yourself.