Dear F*ck Boy, F*ck You!

Dear F*CK Boy,

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F*ck you, your “ain’t sh*t” father, your whore of a mother, and the rest of the “As Is”  bum bitches in your family. I would say something about your pissy grandmother, but she makes a mean buttermilk pie and although she has Alzheimer’s, she remembers me. Anyway, it amazes me that you intentionally seek good women for the sole purpose of f*cking them over. You never get a b*tch that’s full of shhh like you, do you? It’s too much for you, right?

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Oh, how I want to go in your grill and reconfigure your smile. I can not
fathom a more gratifying action. Even though I’m beyond angry, resoundingly the blame rests on me. You were able  to f*ck me over because I allowed you.  I pretended to not see the signs, excusing your behavior as nothing when it was everything. After I caught you in the first lie, I still believed you. I bought the wolf and then turned around and gave you the currency to invest in the dream.

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Yes, I am beyond angry, and while I would like to either carry your ass on my taxes for next year or be reimbursed, I must thank you for the experience. You taught me so many valuable lessons like don’t trust a man’s mouth or his actions. Trust his consistency. Every dude doesn’t deserve all of me. As much as I would like to help and make life easier, you’re a man. Figure the shhh out. My job isn’t to hold you down or ensure you’re good. Thanks to you, I know that the “cousin” is really a side chick you’ve been smashing. I have to be careful with the term “friend” and that a hungry whore will do anything. It means absolutely nothing that we spend every free second together because your b*tch ass will still entertain the very females you say you’d never talk to. You’re right, you don’t talk to them, you just screw them.

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My heart may have been ripped out of my chest, but I learned a million dollar lesson for cheap and for that, I thank you. I did walk away with some trust issues. Yes, I’m guarded. However you did not win because I’m not changing who I am because of the bullsh*t you did. I refuse to become bitter and make men pay for your screw up nor will I go and sleep with your friend like you did me. What I will do is heal.  I will do is focus on me and me alone. You can have the bullsh*t and the weight of being vindictive. The sweetest revenge is leaving you alone and progressing. So on that note F*CK You.

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Warmest Regards,
Me