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<blockquote data-quote="Dove" data-source="post: 178984" data-attributes="member: 535"><p>When I think about you, it's always because you either show up where I am ranting about bitter old bullshit, or my husband starts getting hang up phone calls, or someone is sending me emails informing me that you've been ranting about PI that you've searched out. </p><p></p><p> And I honestly fantasize about you dropping dead. Catching Covid 19 and just dying on your nasty carpet. </p><p></p><p> You have a lot of screws loose, you really should seek out some help so your remaining years on this dirt rock stand a chance of being healthy and productive ones. </p><p></p><p> If you had any shred of human empathy and an IQ in the triple digits.....you would be humiliated by your actions. </p><p></p><p> You really need to get over yourself, you are not entitled here. I chose to work on my marriage. I can understand that sucks for you, especially after the scene YOU created during our short fling(I did ask you to not make such an issue online) so whatever embarrassment you feel is entirely your responsibility. I don't owe you fuck all and never did. </p><p></p><p> So get overself and move the fuck on, like for REAL. I really dont care how hurt or mad you are or if you think I'm a nut bag or a trainwreck. I really do not care about your thoughts or feelings. </p><p></p><p> So stop spewing them at me, and stop trying to find me via the internet or any venue. You are not welcome in my life.....so take the fucking hint and go fuck off and die. </p><p></p><p> You have crossed into stalker territory and I'm not at all okay with it. If you are gonna respond to this post with yet ANOTHER angry repetitive and pathological diatribe yanno I'm not even gonna read your bullshit. I've had about enough of your psychosis and at this point I'm genuinely wondering how far you are willing to go in order to keep me enmeshed in this stupid rerun of your year long scorned ass tantrum. </p><p></p><p> The fuck did you want? You wanted me to move you into my fucking house, pay your bills and feed your delusional ass while you played fortnight and got epoints for ranting on podcasts how you "ass fuck" the "hottest bitch in flame town" and are "the man"? You were expecting way too much and that's YOUR fucking fault, NOT mine. </p><p></p><p> Look. You wanna yap nonstop on the internet and save your fragile fucking ego in front of your "flame buddies" that's gotdamn fine. </p><p></p><p> But STOP trying to look up my family and force your miserable fucking self into peoples lives. No one in this house wants anything to do with you....at all. You are a bad memory that's been moved past. But you are starting to actually scare me becquse this SHOULD be dead. You are a scary, pathetic person </p><p></p><p> Just STOP. If I found out you dropped dead, me AND my husband would feel relief. THATS how you have impacted us. And I do NOT enjoy feeling that way about another person but that's where your mental unhinged bullshit has taken me. </p><p></p><p> Please go the fuck away, or start doing and posting other shit. </p><p></p><p> I'm going to go back to ignoring you now.....and that is NOT permission for you to try seeking out my address, or my socail media, or anyone in my families socail media...or anything to pertaining to me whatsoever. That's like.. .on the record now. Please go take care of your OWN family and leave me and mine the fuck alone. </p><p></p><p>No more of this. Seriously fucking stop.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dove, post: 178984, member: 535"] When I think about you, it's always because you either show up where I am ranting about bitter old bullshit, or my husband starts getting hang up phone calls, or someone is sending me emails informing me that you've been ranting about PI that you've searched out. And I honestly fantasize about you dropping dead. Catching Covid 19 and just dying on your nasty carpet. You have a lot of screws loose, you really should seek out some help so your remaining years on this dirt rock stand a chance of being healthy and productive ones. If you had any shred of human empathy and an IQ in the triple digits.....you would be humiliated by your actions. You really need to get over yourself, you are not entitled here. I chose to work on my marriage. I can understand that sucks for you, especially after the scene YOU created during our short fling(I did ask you to not make such an issue online) so whatever embarrassment you feel is entirely your responsibility. I don't owe you fuck all and never did. So get overself and move the fuck on, like for REAL. I really dont care how hurt or mad you are or if you think I'm a nut bag or a trainwreck. I really do not care about your thoughts or feelings. So stop spewing them at me, and stop trying to find me via the internet or any venue. You are not welcome in my life.....so take the fucking hint and go fuck off and die. You have crossed into stalker territory and I'm not at all okay with it. If you are gonna respond to this post with yet ANOTHER angry repetitive and pathological diatribe yanno I'm not even gonna read your bullshit. I've had about enough of your psychosis and at this point I'm genuinely wondering how far you are willing to go in order to keep me enmeshed in this stupid rerun of your year long scorned ass tantrum. The fuck did you want? You wanted me to move you into my fucking house, pay your bills and feed your delusional ass while you played fortnight and got epoints for ranting on podcasts how you "ass fuck" the "hottest bitch in flame town" and are "the man"? You were expecting way too much and that's YOUR fucking fault, NOT mine. Look. You wanna yap nonstop on the internet and save your fragile fucking ego in front of your "flame buddies" that's gotdamn fine. But STOP trying to look up my family and force your miserable fucking self into peoples lives. No one in this house wants anything to do with you....at all. You are a bad memory that's been moved past. But you are starting to actually scare me becquse this SHOULD be dead. You are a scary, pathetic person Just STOP. If I found out you dropped dead, me AND my husband would feel relief. THATS how you have impacted us. And I do NOT enjoy feeling that way about another person but that's where your mental unhinged bullshit has taken me. Please go the fuck away, or start doing and posting other shit. I'm going to go back to ignoring you now.....and that is NOT permission for you to try seeking out my address, or my socail media, or anyone in my families socail media...or anything to pertaining to me whatsoever. That's like.. .on the record now. Please go take care of your OWN family and leave me and mine the fuck alone. No more of this. Seriously fucking stop. [/QUOTE]
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