I wrote a month or so ago about a relative of CF’s who had reached out to me in September out of the blue. I ignored the message because I figured what was the point of replying. I was about 99.9% sure I had seen the whore’s picture on this relative’s friends list and I have no desire to let that cum guzzling cunt have a ringside seat to my life. This relative (or I suppose I should say former relative) has a habit of tagging herself in my pictures so that she, too, has a copy. That’s not usually a problem until I don’t want the whore to see pictures of me or my kids. CuntFace had a front row into my life for 2 years and that ended very badly for me so the less that evil bitch knows about me and my kids the better I feel.
Anyway, she sent me a message asking for my address so that she could send a Christmas card to me and the kids. I suppose the Christmas spirit took over me because I gave it to her. Eh. What’s the harm, right?
So, I get the card the other day and all was well. Until I began thinking… I bet she sent a Christmas card to Cousinfucker and Harley and her four kids. Probably addressed it to Cousinfucker, Harley and family, like they’re a legitimate family and everything.
For whatever reason that thought makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like the idea that someone can wish me a Merry Christmas and tell me they’re thinking of me and miss me all the while they’re ooh’ing and aah’ing over Cousinfucker and the whore. I find well wishes from people who have no problem with what Cousinfucker and the whore have done and are doing to be insincere. To be blunt I have no desire to associate with anyone who thinks that what those two nitwits are doing is okay. If you’re good with the two of them being together, with destroying me and my children, then you’re no friend of mine.
So much for reaching out. I have no time for this nonsense.
Are We Still Having Spaghetti For Dinner? 