Leave Your Stupid Comments In Your Pocket

You are not welcome here.  You are a blight that overshadowed other blights, a poison far worse than the alcohol that ravenously poured through my veins.  While Maryiah was never a comfortable topic amongst Macy and I, you came up often enough that we determined if you ever approached me, it would be a race between us to see who would pummel your stupid face in quicker, not out of fear of losing me, but from hatred of the terrible things you did in the past.  You robbed me of money, you tore me down, made me an addict, bludgeoned me into oblivion, manipulated me on whims, and threw me into the gates of death.  I tried killing myself, way back then, and there was still no relent.  You are a horrible person undeserving of forgiveness.

I do not understand how you continue tracking me down.  I do not understand WHY you continue tracking me down.  I do not want an answer, because I do not think it will ever be something that is answerable.  I cannot comprehend how after four years, marriage, and I would assume a family by now, I can still possibly be considered an object of interest.  It's pathetic.  What would your family think of stalking an ex from well over four years ago, apparently nonstop during that time?  What do you lack in your own life that gives you the inability to let go?  I do not care; it is not my business.

Leave the past as it is; well buried.  Leave your comments on your own blog.  Would deleting my blog do any good since I have changed the link at least 3 times?  I do not know how to evade any longer besides never posting again and leaving this blog to rot.  If you were happy for me, wanted to wish me happiness and all the best, you would know better than to disturb me.  Nothing about you, past or future, will ever evoke happiness in my life.