Dear Wife,
you're a cheater.
An
alcoholic.
Incompetent,
at best a
joke.
I'm your
lover,
and your
friend.
By your
side until the end.
Doesn't
matter,
any more,
you're a
stupid, fucking whore.
I didn’t
mean it,
to act
that way,
it just
happened what can I–
Say
nothing!
You're
dead to me,
What does
that mean?
We're
stuck together.
For the
kids?
Until
their grown.
Then
you'll leave?
That seed,
you've sown,
with your
thighs,
with your
lies.
We are
what we reap, Husband Dear!

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