December 12, 2006
I found a letter in your pants pocket today while I was washing your clothes. Who is Jessica? She seems like a really nice girl in the letter…
You can forget about Christmas. I’m not going anywhere with you.
All this time I actually believed that you had a second job. All that talk just yesterday about me being the only one. I can’t believe that I let you lie to me so much.
No more lies, Matthew. Just get out of my life. Go and tell your lies to little Jessica. I hope she gives you Chlamydia.
You have until I get home from work to have all your crap moved out of my apartment or it’s all going to the Salvation Army.
You are a liar and a piece of crap, and I hope that your children will all look like that guy Sloth from The Goonies.
I hate you,