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Stupid fuck... Yeah, big man, go ahead and fucking call me. The fuck is wrong with you huh? My fucking christ...you have the balls and the temerity to call me and lay a guilt trip on ME?? After what YOU'VE done? You've got a lot of fucking nerve. Know what? You must have all the brains of a fucking gopher or something...nothing else can explain how fucking retarded you're being. You call and whine and moan about how I don't call you? How you call me often but I never do anything to initiate conversation? That you feel bad cause it seems like I don't care about you anymore? Well, here's something that you MIGHT be able to get through that piece of shit that you call a mind: FUCK YOU! You have a LOT of fucking nerve. What'd you tell me before you left huh? You asked me if I understood why you were leaving and I said yeah, I do but you know what? The more I think about it, the more that I fucking DON'T get what the bloody FUCK you were thinking. You took me aside one day and said that things stopped being really happy with you and mom around a year or two after you were married? And oh, the neverending litany, 'we stayed together because of you kids.' Well hey, that's just fucking great. If you stayed together for so fucking long...why leave now huh? It's not like you haven't fucking tried before. I remember crying as a little kid when after a fight you'd pack up your bags and disappear out the door only to reapper a week to two weeks later without a word but no longer. Fuck me if I feel anything close to sadness over this fuckup that YOU created. Sugarcoat it all you want, "Oh, your mother doesn't do any housework anymore...what kind of man has to do the dishes or cook or do laundry?" So that's why you left huh? That's the only reason that you gave us straight up and you left with that. Of course, it was only a bit later when sis and mom decide to check up on a female caller on your own fucking cell and hey, surprise, surprise, turns out you've been sneaking around with some dumbfuck chick in her mid-twenties? I hear from other cousins that you bring her to family functions now that you're certain that we won't show? Well good for you. You stupid cock-brained fucked up piece of shit. The sheer NERVE of you embarasses me. So apparently marriage vows mean nothing to you. Fine. So the promises that you made to me and sis that you wouldn't leave again after the long ago days of your mad fucking drinking binges mean nothing? Fine. So you can't stand living in a house where you have to do some housework and cook some of your own meals? Fine, I can accept that too...you're old fashioned and set in your ways, whatever. But want to know what gets to me? You've stuck with it this far...why break now? Like, fucking hell, it's not like you're gonna live that much longer either now is it you stupid, arrogant, selfish fuck... So you still call me your son and feel bad because it seems that I don't really care if I see you or not? Well fuck you. That's all that I really have to say and if I wasn't such a fucking coward myself, I would tell you so to your face. Honestly, you've got to be one of the fucking stupidest people I've ever seen this past little while and that's going a long way. You're sheer retardedness pisses me off to a ridiculous degree. You're so fucking stupid, that I can't even understand it. you call me your son? I hope that I'm not. At the top of my mind right now is the heartfelt knowledge that I do NOT EVER want to turn out like you. You so casually break promises made to everyone. You don't have the willpower to quit smoking when your entire family practically begged you. You're an alcoholic, oh and god forbid that you should EVER have to dirty your hands in the kitchen making food or cleaning dishes. I mean, that's the wife's job...regardless of the fact that she would be at home doing these things instead of out working if you could make enough fucking money, but nono, guys should never be seen in the kitchen. You're so fucking stupid. You DARE to try guilt trip me? Just count yourself fucking lucky that my aversion to talking to you prevents me from saying all of this shit to you out loud. Trying to guilt me...fuck you. The fuck is wrong with your fucking HEAD? My christ you're stupid. "Oh waah, waah, my son doesn't seem to want to talk to me anymore." Well FUCK YOU. If you had thought with your brains and your heart instead of your fucking cock, none of this would have happened now would it? Fuck, I can't believe that you had ANY part in making ME. You fucking coward. No wonder I'm such a fucking whiny bitch sometimes. I still remember that back when the whole mess started, mom told you that if you dropped your bitch, she'd let you back into the house and hey lookit what you said in return. That you'd drop her AFTER you were back in the house? What the bloody FUCK is wrong with you? You're a stupid fuck and, hey, I think that I'm starting to hate you for being such a stupid, arrogant piece of shit. So one last time, FUCK YOU |