Moved back in with ex on my bday, she cried said she missed me and the kids.
A week later i was homeless, me moving in was a ploy to get custody of the kids
Then i spent weeks humiliating myself trying to get her to love me?!?! wtf is wrong with me
A poem on here made me cry. The crappy rice made me cry. Knowing it was my last meal i guess.
I loved you.
I love our girls.
The rest of the world, i’m not too fond of.
I went to that 12 week sexual abuse survivor workshop so i could figure out where all the hurt in me was coming from, to be a better father, husband, partner, not to be ridiculed and shamed for it.
Fuck you Michelle. Fuck you CriPhase, Tracom and Suicide Action helpline who call the police. Fuck everyone who’s ever pretended to give a shit.
I’m going on a flight. I’m gonna smoke crack till my heart explodes when i get there.
good fuckin bye.
a life this pathetic.
should not
go past it’s due date