Fuck you! I knew you were a piece of shit before we got together. No respect for anyone. Its always all about you. You don’t even know me. You told me who I was, and that was just a lame projection of your faults.
You were abusive! You forget about any shitty thing you did. Your mum is a fucked up enabler. ‘You must have done something to provoke him’. I know where you get your crappy behaviour from. Spit at me, kick me when I’m pregnant. Call me a slut and a whore, daily. All because I got pregnant and wouldn’t abort. You piece if shit.
I can’t count how many times you were aggressive. You forget that though. It took months of your abuse before I finally called you an idiot… Whoa the sky fell then, and then you used that against me, to say I was an abuser! Fuck you.
I made the effort repeatedly to fly your son and I up to visit you, so you could have a relationship with him. On my coin! And you’d leave to get fucked up with your mates. That was the cycle. Day one, nice as pie. Day two, start having digs at me. Day three, cause a fight and leave.
Then, even when I was there, your limit with our boy was 15 minutes before you’d palm him off to someone else. Cause you wanted to party. When I asked if you’d like to help bathe him, you complained ‘can’t (brothers girlfriend) do it?’ I thought maybe you might like to bond with your son by caring for him. I didn’t need help, I’ve done it myself the whole time.
You’re a fucking piece if shit.
Let’s get to the pregnancy! Im bleeding in hospital and youre yelling at me cause your car wasn’t working/wouldn’t fit in the parking area/ I said jokingly that you were a bit of a psycho. Then you went psycho. Point proved.
For no apparent reason, you decide to accuse me of cheating, and that our boy isn’t yours. Thanks! When I asked if you were considering pursuing other relationships cause we were long distance, you yelled at me and hung up on me! But I’m not allowed to be upset that you accuse me of actual cheating and demand a paternity test. Which I fucking organised for you. You piece of shit! Then, as I’m leaving your house (where you live with your parents and don’t cook, clean or do your own laundry at 35), I tell your mum to send me the DNA swab, I’ll be happy to do it since you were slack as usual.. She says yeah! But I find out she snuck in and did it already! THEN you say I ‘somehow’ changed our sons surname to mine when you wouldn’t sign the birth certificate, but decide that you will once the test came back fine! Omg so much fuck you and your mum.
I was goddamn accommodating, putvupvwith your shit.
Remember when I was 6 months pregnant and you wanted to try and work things out by inviting me to that festival? You were aggressive on the phone as I made my way a good 200kms on public transport to meet you. Then once there, you proceeded to get so fucked up that you abused the people camping next to us, got super fucked up on drugs, drank a bottle of spirits, kept flashing your dick to everyone, abandoned me, came back accusing me of drinking your booze, hit me with the bottle, then sleazed onto two chicks right in front of me! You piece of shit!
You were ok while i gave birth. The 7 days i spent in hospital afterwards, i cried repeatedly because i saw all these other new dads coming in at 8am on the dot, while you hung out at my girlfriends getting pissed. Maybe id see you by 2pm. That hurt. The day I got back from hospital with our new baby.. I told you the nurses wouldn’t visit us at my home because they were worried about you. My fault again! We visited your 96 year old gran on the way back, and I made a dumb comment regarding the paternity bullshit. You went to my girlfriend’s to get your stuff, then fucked off to your brothers house after dumping my things and the baby seat at my parents. Fucking nice one. First day back with new baby. It broke my heart, I realised how truly selfish you were then.
You’re never at fault, are you.
Finally.. I came to visit over new years, I thought you had changed. But when I asked about deleted messages from some girl, you up and left again. I was at your house, in the middle of nowhere, alone with our baby and no car.
I’m sorry I trashed all your plants and things you hold dear. I saw red and 18 months of your abuse came out. That was wrong of me. I should have cut you off the first time, when I first found out I was pregnant.
It sucks. Yes I said I’d consider termination, but I knew our boy was meant for this world. I couldn’t do it. You knew what would happen when you kept cumming inside.
I hate you. Irresponsible jerk. I’m looking after our boy 24/7. All you ever think about is you, and expect that from me too. Well, fuck you. You piece of shit.
Goddamn, there’s so much more, but I have to look after our wonderful baby. So fuck you.