Break a leg!
You broke my heart. But I'll always love you. I hope you find happiness, wherever life takes you.
You broke your own heart. You can't treat people the way you do and expect them to tolerate it. That isn't love. You stole from me, lied to me, and manipulated me. You've admitted it. It's been fun finding empty liquor bottles as I pack my house. If your shitty blog is any indication of how you feel, you don't wish me happiness. I would have given you the world, but you can't seem understand that your behavior holds you down. You'll never be able to stop blaming your "trauma", blaming others, and telling your lies. Your pathetic grocery store minions make me laugh. I dread the day your children learn how deceitful you are. Did you tell them you stole that phone because you felt entitled to it? Also, you broke up with me every time. Don't you dare put any of this on me. I've said it before... someday you'll run out of people to save you in a moment of self-inflicted crisis. Joe isn't a gremlin, troll, or anything else you've called him. He's everything you should strive to be.
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