Another Crazy Bitch
This past summer I made the mistake of slamming a girl with a two year old kid. It was fun, and well worth the experience - except for her monster hangers. I think she is the only girl I have ever met that becomes less attractive as more of her clothes come off.
I moved, far away, and told her I really wanted nothing to do with her. Blah, blah, I’m sorry, I need to find a job, and it’s not here. No you can’t move with me. Blah blah.
Occasionally she calls, and I don’t pick up, but yesterday she sent me a text message.
"U know I don’t know if u understand how much u have ruined my life! I’m going to be losing my son bc of u. U might think I’m some crazy girl but you have a son wh"
Nothing else, just that. I don’t have a son with her, and to be quite honest, if she’s losing her son to it’s stoner father, it’s her own damn fault - I just don’t have the heart to tell her.
