And another thing...

That MFer took credit for the dog we had. I was the one that cared for that dog. I fed him, bathed him, gave him medicine, took him for walks - and when his health started to fail, I was the one who carried him everywhere, took him to the vet, stayed up all night with him when he was sick and I was the one there for him when he took his last breath. But that MFer took to Facebook and posted about him, and all his friends praised him for taking in a sick old dog into his house and loving him. YOU F***ER. YOU DID NOT LOVE HIM. YOU COULDN’T even bother to take him out of his crate when you were home for lunch every day. F**K YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.

I HATE YOU. You treated my family horribly. They all hated you because you were such a snob around them. Thinking you were better than them, i.e. more cultured. YOU ARE A NOTHING. You are a fake Jew.  You were born Catholic, you piece of shit. My entire family has more class in their little fingers than you do. 

And worst of all - no, not even the emotional abuse and sexual abuse is worse - you got to meet my father while he was healthy. My husband only met him twice before he died and never got to know him properly. Dad was not mobile, and blind by then. He was wasted on you instead of my husband, who is the most kind, gentle, and loving person I’ve ever met. Even though Dad was blind, though, he could tell that he was a great person. At least he knew before he died that I was with a great person. 

So many more things to say, but suffice it just to say F**CK OFF AND DIE YOU PIECE OF USELESS SHIT. 

Bad Thoughts

I am 52.  Happily married.  Good, well-paying job.  Great house.  Every major expense is paid off.  Car, house; and even my credit cards are paid off every month. I do have sorrows; like losing my Dad and my friend Carol, and losing my pets.  But generally I have nothing to complain about.

Except.... there are a few people from my past who I wish bad things upon.  One is my former boss. I had a dream about her last night that was vivid.  When I woke up I wondered if maybe she was dead.  I hoped she had died.  But, alas, I don't see any mention of an obituary on google.  She made my life miserable during the time I worked for her.

The other is my former husband.  I wish bad things for him.  I want him to suffer like I suffered during the time we were married.  Ugh, just thinking about him makes my skin crawl. Why can't he be dead?  But alas, anything I can find about him on the internet, it sounds like he is doing well.  Dammit.  I want him dead.  Is that too much to ask?

Maybe if there is a God, my wanting them both dead is frowned upon, so he/she/it will make sure they live long and fruitful lives.  Perhaps.