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To My Bitch of a Wife:

You fucking ungrateful bitch. I fucking hate you. The level of appreciation you have for anything I do for you is amazing.

I married you to help you get a green card. You're welcome bitch.

I dumped my friends to make you feel more comfortable. You're welcome bitch.

I let you burn my journals, art projects, and delete my photos so that you would feel better. You're welcome bitch.

While you were half-way around the world doing who knows fucking what I worked, stayed home, and kept myself out of trouble so that you would trust me. You're fucking welcome bitch.

Now that we are married I have slowly watched you dismantle my goals and dreams to fit yours. Some of this goals I have had and been working towards for my entire life. They are more a part of me than you ever will be for the simply reason that you do not understand me. You are so welcome bitch.

I am paying you back the debt I owe you ahead of my own. You're also welcome for that bitch.

But what really has me going, or maybe it is just the last fucking straw, is the reason you went off on me today. A rant in which you insulted my intelligence and assailed my independence for simply paying off a credit card balance. I wish I could have recorded you because you sound crazier than i do right now.

"You're going to screw everything up!"

What am I screwing up? That we will owe less money next month. That we will be less likely to incur interest on upcoming purchases. Seriously, bitch, what the fuck is wrong with you? I just paid your fucking bills and you are actually complaining.

Oh wait, I know what is wrong. It is because I did not do it exactly as you planned. Normally you want me to deposit money in your account and then you schedule a payment. You have the control even though it is my fucking money. Instead I took the initiative after I made the deposit to pay my debt to you, handing the telling my card, asked what the balance is, and then fucking paid it. And this pissed you off

I am not an angel, but you are the most ungrateful person I have ever met. Every day I have to question my fucking sanity for being with. Or really, without you, since you have been gone since February.

You seem less like a wife, partner, or even a girlfriend than some chick that I am in the worst fucking contract with. Just admit it: you are only in this for citizenship. You have no other reason. You may have at one point but that has dissolved.

To make matters more frustrating I didn't even want to use this fucking credit card I just paid off. The reason I am using it was so that you could earn points and so that the INS would have a record of our transactions.

Fuck this shit. Fuck you. I fucking hate you. You are a fucking needy, manipulative, controlling, self-centered, arrogant, bitch.

Love,
Your Husband.

dont be jealous that i have a friend that is true to me and will never betray me. get over yourself love, your not that special, you whore.

FYI i know exactly what you have been saying about me behind my back and i dont apreciate that youre giving my the nice version.
can't beleive i have to wait two years till i leave school so i dont have to see your lying face again :) love you <3 you absolute bitch!

How the fuck has my summer managed to be so shit? I figured at the start of June 'oh hell yeah, I get to go back home, work for the same company, but in the town where I'm from, and all my best mates are from,how could this ever be anything but amazing?'

Of course the world just doesn't want that to be the case. I get back from two years straight in Scotland, and start arguing with the family straight away, the mates are all in relationships and shit, so no one's ever about, the restaurant is shocking, and three months later, with one week before I go back to Scotland for one more year, all I have to show for it is a shirt from seeing Blink182. Granted the show was epic but it was ruined as a holiday by one person bitching and bitching and bitching, it was fucking pathetic.

I've spent the week since we got back ill, and now I'll spend most of this week working, so won't even get to say a decent goodbye to anyone because I'm skint anyway. Oh well, fuck it, it's just one year left I suppose, then I can consider myself a real adult and all these problems will pail into insignificance. Goddam it's gonna be hard eh.....

Why is my mom such a sack of shit about absolutely nothing? She asks me to type something out for her so that she can have a copy, and so I do it. As I'm doing it, she walks into the room and says "So where is it?" I point at the screen and say "I'm in the middle of doing it." She says, "So print it." I respond, "I just said I was in the middle of doing it." "Are you doing it?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" And then she points her finger less than two inches away from my face and says "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT HOW YOU TALK TO ME?" I raise my arm to move her finger away from my personal space and she slaps me on the arm and tells me she's sick of my attitude.

I don't think I'm the one with the attitude problem you sack of shit.