Now For Yours - NC17+ in I am I Said.

Chris: Here are all the fucking bogus love letters and cards you gave me. I've deleted every saved lying email and recycled poem you've ever sent me or they'd be here too. You know, so you can use them on your current victim.
Oh yes, I've heard alll about her, you forget where I work and who I work for. Our office has represented that shithole of a "business" many times. Just google the filthy disgusting pit and see the violence and filth that emanates from there. I will tell you something about your new walking glory-hole...you are ONE of many in a very long line that have plugged that. I hope you think about that as you're fucking her -- so much for you not being attracted to whores.

Remember when you told me you met the mother/daughter tag team? I asked you then, "So which one will you be fucking, your normal old lady or this time will you go for the daughter?" You said neither. All the while telling me you were still in love with me and all the while trying to get me to sleep with you again. What a sick piece of work you are. Really.

I guess I am surprised you went for the daughter this time. Guess you've given up on preying on old lonely women and have now set your sights on a younger piece of ass - probably easier to manipulate her. Oh, as soon as I brought up the "Owners" all the dirt came out from someone very, very close to that place who has a hand in the business. I would never give you the satisfaction of knowing who it is who knows all about her. Nasty. I was going to take the high road and leave my message to you as I did. But you know what? YOU do not deserve the high road. I want my say. Why? Because I can't forget the night you tried to rape me while drunk knowing my background and I know for sure you did the same thing to Diane next door...there are way too many coincidences of fact that add up and she had no idea of what you had done to me that night. The one email I have saved still is the one of you admitting you indeed tried to rape me that night and you acknowledging the bruises you left on my wrists and mouth. You are some piece of work, really. How dare you sit there and lie to me and give me the same fucking line you used with me "I wasn't looking for it" "she approached me". Both you and I know you are so full of shit I am shocked your eyes haven't turned brown yet. Everyone knows your dick runs and rules your life which is beyond pitiful at your age. You had better not have told anyone any such bullshit about me being the one who approached you...because we BOTH know that's a fucking lie. YOU are the one who fucking lured me in. Using all the information I had given you to do so, lying and not even telling me you were married. Score for you, you manipulative asshole. Can you even tell anymore when you're lying or are you just so used to lying that you can't?

You asked me if I ever regretted meeting you, and at the time? I told you I didn't because you taught me a valuable lesson. However, now that I see you clearly for the selfish, lying, manipulative pig you are? Not only do I regret meeting you, I hate myself for falling for your recycled bullshit lines. I hate myself for allowing you to fool me with your pretty words and fake intent, your sugary promises and your failure to ever follow through. I regret allowing you to get inside my head, heart and especially my body. I regret ever hearing your name.

This entire thing has a lot more to do with how I feel about you as a father. The part of you I fell in love with was a fucking lie. You are NOT a good father, and that's the part of you I cherished at the beginning, that you loved your boys. While I do believe in your own half-assed way you do love them, you do not know how to love unconditionally. So let me say what no one else will say. YOU SUCK AS A FATHER TOO! There, I said it. You had me fooled for so long, but really, Christopher, you are no better than my own father. The ONLY difference between you and he? You stuck around to torment and fuck up your kid's heads with your constant cheating and your constant back and forth and your constant, all consuming negative attitude and serious drinking and anger control issues. How your lovely parents could have ever produced such an angry, bitter, woman-using man such as yourself is beyond me. You even had me lie to them which I will not forgive myself for ever.

Which brings me to. How does it feel knowing that every person at your work HATES you - I mean really hates you? Know how I know this? As bad as my "father" is? As you know, he's been a frequent guest at your workplace and in his many times there he's made quite a few friends with the CO's. That day I went to visit my "father" and you were there? He told me he said to you as he walked out "don't hurt her". Another CO saw him talking to you -- then saw you leading me out of there and he asked my father "Who is that woman?" My father replied "My daughter." The CO then said to him, "How does she know Chris?" He told him I was dating you...the CO turned to my father and said, "Really? What's wrong with her?" Then they began to talk and it disgusts me the things I now know. Then others, my father said at least 20 more CO's came and said basically the same thing to him about you. No one can stand working with you because you're such a miserable sonofabitch.

How does it feel knowing your sons do not respect you and are beyond angry at you? How does it feel to be a complete and utter disappointment to your wonderful parents and your entire family? How does it feel knowing that everything good in your life you ruin? Does it feel good to know how disappointed your parents are in you? Does it make you feel good to know your own sons do not respect you and are disgusted by your latest victim? I should have realized something was very wrong with a man who has lived in the same area all his life and has worked at the same place of employment for, what, 20-years but has no friends? You have no friends because you are a miserable, miserable sonofabitch who cares nothing about anyone or anything except himself and his dick. Grow the fuck up...I hope your dick falls off or stops working, then maybe you can get a brain and put it to some good use. Like maybe undoing all the damage you've done to your gorgeous son, Ben. That once happy, lovely, funny, bright boy I so fell in love with has now turned into an angry, women-bashing, drug referencing, pot smoking riddled with anxiety and depression because of YOU!

Enjoy fucking your latest "prize". After hearing of her background and her exploits with bikers and anything else (gross) I wanted to bathe myself in Purell knowing I once shared my body with you. What mother and daughter goes out together on the prowl for men? Sickening. But you sure found them.

NEVER ever contact me again, got it? NEVER...you have just completely lost the only woman who ever really loved you and cared about you as a friend now too. I disgust myself for falling for your bullshit but live smiling knowing that you have dug your own grave. Hope you are bagging your shit or have seen a recent STD test on her, otherwise you might be getting fucked good by this one and left with a lingering reminder of your own disgusting inability to control your dick.

Ick.

Goodbye, good riddance -- any feelings I ever had left for you were destroyed when I learned of your recent choice in females. Tap the mom too, I hear they share well. ;)

I hope Carol wakes up soon and she takes you to court and takes you for ALL you are worth. She sure deserves it having to deal with you all these years. Someday, oh someday, you will reap what you have sown.
I smile knowing that and I smile knowing I am finally rid of you...even though your new playtoy victim is a whore? I feel bad for her...you'll tear her up and spit her out and blame her, Kerry, Carol and maybe even me for you being the way you are. Because that's your hook "oh woe is me, poor pitiful sad me, I am the walking wounded because I continually make bad choices because my head is in my dick".

Well, honey, it ain't Kerry and it ain't Carol and it wasn't Cathy and it sure the hell wasn't me that fucked you up, you did. Keep on drinking...you'll wind up just like the first wife you blame for everything.

Now? It's my turn to turn your fucking world upside down. I told her sister and her mother alll about you. I showed them emails to prove it. But you know what, I bet that shivers walking womb of a woman you're with now? Won't believe the truth right before her eyes.

Again? I really HATE you. Like I told you I did when you called begging me not to cost you your job and to not tell your new piece of asses family anymore truth about you. I heard you start your crocodile tears as you begged me not to hate you...it oddly gave me more satisfaction knowing that you do still care for me ... and now I'm another who fucking hates you.

Last updated June 17, 2014