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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.
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