I abso-freakin-lutely hate the person who's sperm generated me.
Told me not to let my emotions rule me. At like 2am. Pretty easy to say when you're ****ing high all the time. What do you say to me every time you drunk dial me? Something like "I'm a psychopath who would end up in jail for murder without flower and powder"???
I can count on a frostbitten hand how many times I've driven under the influence. You can't do that for the past five days. The only people I've gotten physical with are people who touched me first (like you...). I have NEVER hurt an animal while you tiptoe the line of abuse regularly (yeah, I saw the video of you dragging the cat you douchebag, and don't think I've forgotten all the times you've laughed at AND REPEATED TO ME, despite me over and over again trying to set that boundary not to, your painting buddies bestiality stories). I live 50 miles away and you don't even know you talk to me, but I sure as hell do and I do NOT like it one bit. And all those stupid sayings you had about food, fat, muscle, measurements, and exercise? Sure as hell didn't help me NOT develop disordered eating/body dysmorphia/**** self-esteem.
Where the hell were your parenting instincts? When your kid comes to you telling you the neighbor taking care of her is ****ing raping her on a regular basis, maybe don't let him take care of her? Maybe when she comes home bruised as **** because some 200lbs kid threw her 70lbs body into the locker respond in some way? Like, do SOMETHING other than be "General ****up" as you even call yourself.