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Hey skanky slut. You didn't think i would notice the hour a day calls to my husband, did you? I should charge you for calling him since you're running our phone bill up so high. You're such a hypocrite, bitch, posting praises to God while being an adulteress. Wow, if you husband and sons can see you now... I bet they put you on a pedestal because you had to go to Singapore to work and send them money. Now you're nothing but a two penny whore.

If you wanted more dick, you should have just gone to your church and spread your legs in front of the congregation. you would have gotten instant gratification, slut.

I hope you burn in hell. I'm pretty sure your soul is burning right now while you're still alive. If I even get a hint that you're contacting my husband again, I'll make all your slutty dreams come true and give you all the dick you want. You'll have so many “admirers” my husband will get lost in all that crowd. If you so much as step in US soil I'll call immigration and have you deported to the Philippines where you can face your kids and tell them what a slutty whore you are.

Have a pathetic life, bitch.

Disgustedly yours,

Don't you hate it when you think you are having the perfect day and someone ruins it?

Might remember me from this other anger rant: http://www.unleashyouranger.com/content/view/398/30/#jreactions

Today looked like a perfect day. Woke up well rested, had lovely, really intimate and cuddly sex, felt happy and like I could conquer the world all day, had some brilliant time together, just snuggled up, enjoying each other's presence...

And right before bedtime, to give me something to worry about... oh no, you are worrying that you don't love me! Again. We've been together for a year, known you for 5. A really good friendship which developed into (at least on my part) true love, I want to spend my life with you. Yet you still have to say that you are feeling insecure about loving me about 3 times a day, even after lovely, romantic, sweet moments.

Way to fucking ruin it. Are you always gonna be like this? Blaming it on supposed, never diagnosed OCD? How are you fighting it? That's right, you are not. You simply ask me to promise you yet again that those thoughts of not loving me are not true. Why should it be ME telling YOU that you love me? How does that work? And gob forbid I feel insecure sometimes, you just become a crying wreck and I have to forget about feeling bad to comfort you.

As much as I love you, I'm getting sick of it. And I can't tell you about it because again, you just become a crying wreck! You make me cry myself to sleep, damn it.

So, I'm "popular" now? About a year ago, our little group drifted apart and we all moved on. I'm sorry I didn't stick with you, but we were never really close. It sounds terrible, it does, but I just don't enjoy speaking to you anymore. I have new friends now, but so do you. We have different interests now. Believe it or not, I feel better now. I'm not nearly as self-conscious, I'm more confident, I feel like I matter more now. I have something I'm passionate about, which is band and music.

Also, since when are band kids considered popular? Trust me, I have certainly not crossed over to the dark side. In fact, I feel like I'm getting nerdier by the day, and you know what? I love it. I love being a band geek who loves Harry Potter and Pokemon and video games. I'm sorry that I don't fit your definition of a proper loser, but I'm happy. I hope you can except that.

HOW DARE YOU!!!
I am prettier, I am SMARTER, and people LIKE ME MORE. How can this be happening? My life is falling apart and yours couldn't be going better.
I've got flawless skin and you've got acne.
I get better grades.
I am more well-liked.
I can't stand this, the world is unleashing its hell on me and you're in the clear. I've been better then you since forever. That's my fail safe. And now, what? You get into these great schools, you do these great things, and I'm left...alone.

Thats fine.

Some best friend you are.