You aren’t worth this bullshit! I am not fighting over you with your wife. I’m fighting off your wife and her evil family. You are not my type anyway. You have no balls and never did. I repeat, you are all penis and no balls. Stay in Santa Cruz with your witch wife! You are a spineless stalker and always have been. You run around behind your wife’s back, to get your perverted thrill driving past me every fucking day. I am probably the only woman in the world, who was flattered by a creepy spineless stalker. It’s only because I live with major mental illness that I got confused and misunderstood what you were doing. I thought it was romantic and that you realized that I was the one for you. I thought your drive bys were a sign of good things to come! I was wrong. You are the same loser stalker from college that you have always been. No follow through or meaningful connection sought. You are too egotistical and shallow for that!
Oooh, you can’t take back words! I don’t care, at this point. This torture has made me stronger, smarter, tougher albeit rough around the edges and bitter. I am definitely bitter and I could never get into a relationship with you. I could never trust you. I need someone who has my back. I don’t need someone secretive with a wandering eye and an inferiority complex. You just ooze conceit. You have no compassion or empathy. Your jokes are not funny to anyone but you. I don’t know why you are making fun of me, point the finger back at me, or give me a taste of my own medicine. This would never work and you know it! You know damn well that you could never say that shit to my face.”Oh well, Leigh had a good point.” You’re heartless. You were a shitty husband to Leigh and would probably be a shitty husband to me. But you want me to hold my tongue and treat you with dignity and respect. Nope! Not going to happen. You’re just bitter and jealous because you know deep down inside that I deserve better than you. What the fuck are you doing here in San Diego? Go home! No one even likes you. Everyone down here knows you suck. You are the attempted and failed home wrecker. You are a liar and a cheat! I hate you for talking to everyone on the planet and in my life who are close to me and not me. I hate everyone because they are all lying pieces of shit. You want to triangulate me with every female in my life and show me how it feels. You are abusive psychologically. If you weren’t afraid of me, you would probably be physically abusive too. Go to hell K! Why won’t you fucking leave? I should talk to the police about you too! I want a restraining order from you and your torment. The police are watching you, in case your oblivious ass didn’t realize that either. A Carlsbad police officer once told me that domestic disbute calls are the worst calls they get. I believe it! I know it firsthand actually and this one is scaring everyone that knows about it. Who needs a romantic partner in your life, when the demise of your relationship could potentially trigger a frightening wrath from the jilted partner?
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