We loved for many a year. I miss that sometimes. Then I remember....
He makes up stories about me, to cover his own guilts, now. Drugs and alcohol took him, and spite put him with trash.
Now, he's stuck with trash. Mooching off of good folks for about a year and a half now with his trash. Some, not so good folks.
So, I wonder how I stole my own coffee pot?
He and trash, trashed my house, and I was left to clean up the mess.
"I gave her everything"...hahaha... stole everything is much closer to the truth.
He drives her cadillac now. He tells everyone it's his. Just like he drove, and stole both of mine....
So, I was so terrible for 21 years? Not.
I don't live there any longer...with a monster.
