I don't have the medical illness that I have convinced you that I have. I blow up & forget because I am an alcoholic. Youre worth it so I havent drank in 2 wks.

U f*ck me like I paid 4 it BUT You can't cook, clean or hold a conversation. You won't get a job, driver's license or floss. Not trying 2 B a Mommy. NEXT!

I don't know what I hate worse. The straight-faced lies you told me about your "movie dates" with an "old friend", or myself for believing you. History repeats.

I feel like a wild animal living in captivity.

. . .and I met you at a strange time in yours. We're best friends (more than)now and the rest is history. Thank you for trusting me and being trustworthy.