And lest you be shocked by any grace or restraint that my last post may have shown, please know my internal crazy has not disappointed, because YOU KNOW I called some hoes and called them OUT.
AND I emailed all the others. (right, I said ALL. My husband is no player - he’s a geek, but he WORKED that angle, y’all.)
Trashy Chili’s waitress with drawn-on eyebrows and cliché sad divorcé coworker, you had it coming the second you fucked with my husband, knowing he had a wife much better than you.
And just you wait, Coworker, because I WILL be at the “family” holiday party. Please HOPE that I don’t come across you and your ex-husband/new boyfriend/sorry point of proof that you weren’t interested in my man. Please, bitch, get off my life.