I'm Home.

Right now I have a saved post that addresses my CONTINUED DISGUST with what Stacey posted. I've had a number of conversations and questions asked of me regarding My Post and what she'd posted. And the biggest one has always been "Does she know that when she posted that post. She essentially spit in your face."

And I have responded with "She does now."

I've had 2 hours of sleep.

I did my patrols.

The drawing is Inked.

I feel nothing but disappointment still.

That post. 

Is a glaring reminder of why Men today are apathetic towards women in certain situations.

For Stacey to lie and claim that she could have done more with a marriage whose very foundation was ALWAYS ROOTED IN ZANE GETTING HER PUSSY AND DUMPING HER.

What the fuck.

Just...?

What the fuck.

So you've reached such a desperate level of delusion.

You're now claiming that a man who tortured you for nearly 2-decades.

And let that SINK IN READER.

 Two fuckin decades.

Now?

Oh, shit coulda worked out.

Really?

Then bitch I shoulda left you to die.

When you called me, I shoulda banged the phone on you and kept it moving with what I was doing.

But for you to tell that bald-faced fuckin lie.

Then dredge up some busted up Whiteman cult-leader as the source of your supposed Enlightenment?

Meanwhile?

You think I don't know that when I was losing My Apartment your ass was right up on here following me and reading and could give two fucks.

You think I don't and didn't realize that after I finally caught you.

And for the record?

You told THAT LIE BEFORE TOO.

"This'll be my Final Blog Post."

Sure it will.

Sure it will not.

For you to try to convince people that shit could have worked with a man who belonged behind bars for what he did to you.

That's it for me.

You are irredeemable.

And shit is so cozy with Zane?

Go on ahead and remarry his ass.

Why don't you test.

The shit you speak about.

It worked wonders with Baby Dave Evans, now didn't it....