One For The Guys

I'm directing this message toward the men out there. It can also be referenced by the ladies. Or it can pertain to whatever fucking pronoun you want to call yourself.

If your lover/wife ever gives you a phone number and says, "This is my new friend. Y'all have a lot in common. You would get along with him. Give him a call."  Yes! It is certain that she is fucking him. You know these words are true. She knows these words are true. And women blame it all on the guys. Women are just as promiscuous as men are, if not more so. 

I have discovered that I enjoy being by myself and being left the fuck alone. No more lies. No more deceit. The financial maintenance of another man's plaything is over.

My ex-wife and her fuckboi weaved such an intricate web of lies that I don't want to destroy it, yet. It is too beautiful. It is too perfect. They trapped themselves in a corner. Now they have to live with it. Everyone they work around and with knows the truth. They were even warned by a superior but did not care. Poison!

For now, it's just random thoughts. But I have all their correspondence. I'm working on the book. Jerry Springer, Geraldo, and Doctor Phil would fight over this one.