Thinking of you, witch!! (L)

L robbed me and K of a lifetime of love, that we could have shared with each other. I should be the one who is angry and distraught. You had already served him your magic love potion, he drank your kool aid, and proposed to you, with the energy of a gold medal gymnast. He performed a cartwheel, when you agreed to accept his ring and marry him??!! What sane, sober man proposes like that? As if he was more enthusiastic than you? It was definitely b.s. and sketchy.  Was he being sarcastic? Did she promise him a particular sexual favor, if he let that be their proposal narrative? I don’t get it. 

I think L tried to ruin my fitness momentum and rob me of any motivation, discipline, prettiness and stylishness I had or could have had. Remember it was me pumping iron in 2013, not you?  Look what happened, when I Iost the baby weight?! You and your crazy cousins waged war on me! Going back to my husband and gaining the weight back, made your negative focus quieter and calmer. Unfortunately, you never entirely shut up and you never stopped hexing me. You were holding onto your sham marriage for dear life!

The next stage in this game of life, for me, is losing weight and seeing how it changes the way K, L, and the rest of the F.U. family treat me.  Not that I am losing weight for K, because it’s so superficial of K, that the only reason he never walked before now, was because I was way too fat for him. That’s what everyone is saying anyway. But realizing your wife is a very clever liar, manipulator, and witch is a great reason to leave, if I say so myself.  Their whole marriage was a sham!  

She did look great though! Didn’t she? Her fashion was on point! Between the CrossFit, the expensive wardrobe, a ton of makeup, and whatever beauty or edge, she could siphon from me, she definitely helped her retain her property (her man) for a long time. She didn’t deserve him though. 

Glad he finally dumped that loser, L! I’m still bitter that, I alone, caught hell from the  F.U.’s, when K would fantasize about me and drive past me. I alone, would get hit. I alone, would get berated. They were smiling and lying right back at you, K. They were so busy being secretive and trying to save L’s marriage to K, that they would play dumb, never address the issue, much less discipline K. They disciplined me, instead! Sucks to be me, I guess. If K had a heart, he would focus on what he did and didn’t do, to contribute to the mess I am in, instead of teasing me, stalking me, telling me to be the bigger person, (as if he has any influence over me. We are not in a relationship), and just acting like a wimp.