How Did We Get Here?

Let me start by warning you that this story is not for the weak. If you're looking for something to entertain the darkest parts of you then this might be the right place for you. If you're looking for a way to let that inner judgmental b***h within you out then this is the right place for you. To anyone who has been in this place that is so akin to the inner circles of hell on Earth, welcome home. We've missed you here in the town of misery and eternal damnation.      If you're wondering if I have a soul. Stop.      I don't even think that I know the answer to that question any more.      Let me start by telling you how it all began. My f*****g ex. That's how it all starts right? You meet a guy in high school and fall in love thinking he makes your world turn so it must mean forever. Then the truth comes out that he'll never be more than a cheating, abusive, toxic jackass.     I'd like to blame it all on him but honestly I don't think my breeding would allow that. My mother has always been one for the "Everyone should own their mistakes except me" bull s**t.      So I can't blame the tumultuous end to that five year relationship for my choice to jump in bed and rush into a long term relationship with the most sinfully boring and entitled ass around. I mean this douche was the embodiment of white male privilege. He had a testosterone deficiency so his d**k didn't function right, his mommy and daddy paid for his s**t, and it took three to twelve months for any promise from him to come to fruition... if it ever actually did. His promises were much like his d**k. Unsatisfying and never stuck around till completion.      Let me also explain that I was only twenty-two when I married him and five months pregnant with his child. My father, the devil watch over his rotting soul, would never have accepted the fact that I was carrying a child out of wedlock. So I wedded and felt locked. All of these things, of course, lead to the quick decision after my son's birth to crush that mother f*****g lock with the weight of the disappointment I carried for my ex husband. Guess I can't say he never gave me anything. He gave me an angel and the means to my great escape.      This is when I went rogue, however and this is where my story truly picks up.     I asked for my separation in September and decided it would be a swell idea to celebrate my downright slothful ex husband's approval by f*****g a married man.      Yeah, get your switchblade tongues out lady's and gents, your judgmental b***h within just reared it's hateful head and she looks hungry. Don't worry. I have plenty more to feed her.