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How dare you drive your car on my street even though you were on your way to a friend's.

How dare you stop your car in the middle of the street even though you had to or you would have hit me on my way back to the driveway.

How dare you pull into my driveway, roll the window down and ask how I am.  I never stopped wanting you back in my life.  I still love you, but it’s diminishing.  It's less and less by the day.

How DARE you tell me just how great your life is with your new girlfriend and how great it is living together.  How dare you rub that in my face!  You still have a sick and twisted mind to continue to torture me by your words.

Well, you can go straight to hell!  I may be without a boyfriend and lonely sometimes on a Saturday night and bored watching Sunday football, but you must not be all that happy if you’re trying to justify how happy-go-lucky your pathetic life is.  At least  I live on my own and not with my mother (and now your girlfriend lives there too?!)  And, to boot, you’re 35 and still doing it!  Pretty sad if you ask me.  That’s okay though, because with all your college degrees that you got while we were together and I helped support you.....you will NEVER make as much money as I do right now.  I may not have your fancy degree, but I make a hell of a lot more than you do!  So, you can take your f***ing degrees and shove them up your ass!

How dare you invade my safe place with your stupid car.  Next time you decide to visit your friend and you see me in the middle of the street, just drive on by.  I will never give you the satisfaction or privilege to be in my space again...whether it’s in person or even in my mind!

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