Dear ****,
This letter is final grievance that I've carried in my psyche since March 2009. Now, its about time I get this off my chest once and for all, so you can understand where I'm comin from.
To start, YOU'RE A OLD, TRIFLING, BEAT AND SKEET MAMA'S BOY. I know most people will clown me for dealing with you and your bullshit, but the rose-tinted sunglasses have come off finally. And now that a new year has entered in, unfortunately you don't.
You claim that your wife is so good to you. Let's face the reality of why she's good to you:
1. she's wearing them same rose-tinted glasses I had on.
2. she knows that once your music takes off (supposedly), she's reaping the benefits of your money.
3. she was just a jumpoff you felt guilty about, because of the child SHE had that is (supposedly) yours.
But here's what's really REAL: had she not known that you worked with music, she wouldn't have given your broke child support owing ass the time of day, and even years later she's telling you about a kid you didn't even know existed? Maybe if you lay off the 420 for a few moments, you could get what's left of your brain cells right and start using some logic.
I said this before, and I'm saying this the last time: YOU WANNA BE DADDY, EARN THE FUCKIN TITLE BY FIRST BEING ONE TO THE CHILDREN THAT ARE BIOLOGICALLY YOURS. OTHERWISE, YOU DON'T EVEN EARN THE TITLE OF SPERM DONOR. YOUR WORTH TO ME AND OUR CHILD IS LESS THAN A FOOD STAMP ON THE BLACK MARKET.
You called me bitter, a slut, a bitch, and even a lesbian. Wow, of all things, a lesbian! LMAO. I feel sorry for you, because even on my worst day, I'm better off without you. I'm far from bitter, I just woke up. I have realized that I can do horrible solo with no help from a sorry ass mama's boy.
So yes I do live at home with family. That doesn't mean my living situation stays that way forever. But one thing is for certain, ain't nobody feeding me, paying my bills, clothing me or giving me shit. Whatever I've maintained, I've done it my damn self. Unlike you, you're always relying on some broad to keep you afloat. I DEPEND ON NO MAN FOR SHIT, UNLESS BY CHOICE. I HAVE YET TO CHOOSE THAT OPTION, AND HOPE TO GOD I NEVER WILL.
Your problem is you can't handle a woman who loves unconditionally, and yet not put up with your shit. That's what I did. You can't handle a woman that puts her independence aside to let a man be a man. All you did was marry a jumpoff whose wearing the pants and rationing the pussy, too. LOL. Hey, you like it, I'm lovin it like McDonald's.
And just to show how fuckin sorry you are, you leave your youngest child for garbage pussy. That's when I lost all kind of respect for your ass. And never again will you get it back.
And in closing, just to show good faith that I'm done with you for good, YOU NO LONGER EXIST. Your wife can keep the sloppy seconds, and any other bitch thereafter. I move forward, never backwards. So if your piss poor marriage falls apart, don't come crying on my doorstep like a bitch. I got 99 problems and ur sorry ass WAS one. I hope and pray our son doesn't turn out to be the example you weren't.
GOOD RIDDANCE, MAMA'S BOY!
2010...NEW YEAR, NEW CHANGES!
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