It was four years ago today that I found out I was pregnant with your baby. You left me for another woman. I wish it was YOU who died instead of our baby.

ONLY FEAR OF MY "GODS JUDGMENT" KEEPS THE SOCIOPATH IN ME IN CHECK... IF NOT FOR THAT, THERE IS NO TELLING WHAT I WOULD DO TO THOSE WHO CROSS ME. SLEEP WELL.

I love it when you are the cat calling the kettle black and then you have a guilty conscience about the words coming out of your mouth!

I'm terrified that this is the peak of my life.

One step forward. Two steps back. I love you. You can't get over her. I dream of the day you wake up in the morning and realize you are in love with me, not her