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| I would like to say congratulations on finding your new man. I know it may come as a shock, seeing as most guys in this situation would probably wish you a slow and horribly painful fucking death for | |
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| a betrayal of this magnitude. But instead, I wish you much happiness and many many offspring. | |
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"But what if it turns out that he leaves me with a litter of children to feed and no where else to turn??"
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| You can come back to me. And once again, I will forgive you. | |
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| And kiss you on your forehead. | |
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| And then gently, ever so gently, I will look deep into your beautiful eyes ... | |
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| and tell you to go fuck yourself. | |
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