Funny that...

I thought it was you who wanted me back. Now I know differently I'll look elsewhere too.

Little Son needs a new dad.

Regards Blah Blah Blah

Miss Construed

Dumb...

"A women down the pub said I was dumb if I expected any thing different from you to blame me for not wanting to be a part of your GERRY SPRINGER show is fucked"

Of course she said you were Dumb. You fucking are, sweety.

Miss Construed

PS And it's JERRY Springer; for future reference.

It's Getting Nasty...

Hit a nerve when I said that you had no balls, didn't I?

Funny that. You have always had an insecurity regarding your popularity and inept masculinity.

It's the first thing that you'll jump to defend; so you have nothing more to say as far as I am concerned.

Fuck whoever will fuck you. You Social Retard. You can't even hold a conversation. No wonder you have problems with relationships.

Regards

Miss Construed

Dicktionamary...

Wrong...

Delusional is when someone does not, or can not, accept that their actions or beliefs are false. Even potentially.

And it's bad English to describe a word, using that word, as it's own definition.

Learn to speeeeel. And please use correct grammar and punctuation when corresponding with me; or don't even bother. Please. It irks me.

For example, when you wrote; "delusional is when some one firmly believes in some thing that is false comformatation is a medical term for when a person changes true facts with false ones to fit their delusions."

Do you even understood this, Dickfuck? Or did you just copy this out of the Dicktionamary?

I'm cleverer than you are, Shit For Brains.

Don't forget that.

Regards

Miss Construed...

Delusional...

delusional is when some one firmly believes in some thing that is false comformatation is a medical term for when a person changes true facts with false ones to fit their delusions. I Say this because you tried telling me you were leaving because you were scared of me and I was abusive. All I done was get out of your bed and go to eldest Son's and said if tas turned up to sort it out quickly and you got up packed and was set to go to tas. You tell me why would tas show up if he knew I was there. why shouldn't I be upset that he was making a pest of himself. there is something wrong with you if you think my actions were not justified or there is something else going on that you are not telling me. I can't be expected to deal with bullshit. tas caused the shit and you took it out on me I try again and again with you only to deal with shit. a women down the pub said I was dumb if I expected any thing different from you to blame me for not wanting to be a part of your GERRY SPRINGER show is fucked

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Regards hubby

To The Letter...

Your excusses are bullshit. Taz only had to phone once to check on you. so the other calls were to make shore there would be some kind of stress put between you and me. you would have to be some kind of idiot not to see that. and it worked. If that was a girl that I was fucking calling me you would have crack a shit too. I only stated to get the shits when you packed up ready to run off to see that fuck wit.
Tas is not a good friend he is a parasite and I know every one that has ever cared for you has told you to fuck him off he is no good.
--You have to be joking if you fucking that piece of shit and then come and say to me you want me. that is INSANE.
I have tried again when you were just playing stupid games. and I do have the balls I stayed at a hot lady's place last night I just thought I would give you one more shot first.
Regards hubby

The Biggest Loser...

It's Me...

I talked to Little Son about your accusations; as if he hears Taz and I have sex anyway; but I played along with your stupid game just to hear what sort of shit you have tried to fill his mind with.

Point One; he remembers that you left and went to the pub.

Point Two; he gave Taz two of his Easter eggs. Because he likes him.

I had a good day yesterday. Up to the point that you got jealous because I was talking to my friend on the phone; who only rang out of concern for me because of our history of you hitting me when things don't go your way. Then you stood at the end of my bed and yelled crap and made me scared so I left. With my jeans on inside out; which was how they were when I woke up this morning. You made me feel unsafe. In my own house. And I sat in a carpark while you rang countless times accusing me of fucking you around. I didn't go to Taz's house straight away; I gave you the benefit of the doubt. And then when I returned home I find you on our son's computer looking up some cyber-slag who you'd like to fuck but don't have the balls to.

Boo-fucking-hoo.

Yes I sucked your cock; and yes I shouldn't have. But it was nice to have you pat my head like the pet that you always wanted that you then send off to the pound when it doesn't suit you anymore. And I meant it when I said I missed you. You're like an old fucking shoe that I should throw away because even if you're comfortable you just don't fucking fit me anymore.

I only sucked one cock last night. The wrong one.

And if it makes you feel any better; know this...

I'm going to copy and paste this email and then post it on my blog. Then the Whole World can see what a loser you are.

Regards

Miss Construed

PS Thanks for lunch. I've paid you back.