October 1, 2010
Words cannot describe how much I still hate you. No matter how many years have passed (And far too many have), I still hate you as much as I have since I was young. I hate you a thousand times more than the husband that cheated on me, or the husband that gave me the divorce papers on the day that I buried my only son. If you're alive and you get this I want you to know that for years I have wished misfortune upon you. That every bad thing that has happened to you may be the result of my prayer that misfortune and unhappiness should befall you. My later years have been consumed with finding you, so I could finally tell you this. So you would know that I never forgot what you did, as you insisted I would. So you would know that I copied the picture of us from your sister's wedding, copied it so I could burn you out of it every time I was upset. I want you to know that I turn the radio off anytime I hear the old songs, because they remind me of you. And that I hate you and I never want to see you again, but you show up in my dreams and I want to have my final years to myself, I want my life to belong to me and not to you. Your response should due.
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