Hey, bitch...

You might be Kat's Mum, but that doesn't give you the right to come into our home and give her grief. It doesn't give you the right to phone Kat and give her shit that way, and it CERTAINLY doesn't give you the right to return later on and come in even when the door is not answered.

You are fucking lucky I wasn't in when you did that.

I know you're probably never going to read this - The temptation to print it off and staple it to your CUNTING FOREHEAD is getting higher by the second.

Fuck you.
You fuck Christmas one more year for Kat and Morgan, and you're getting cut the fuck off.
That's not a threat, it's a fucking promise. Add it to the stack of other lines that will have the same consequences if crossed.

Die.




In fact, let's just copy and paste this little entry fro LAST year... Last Christmas, after which you were all whingey and apologetic and promising you'd improve your behaviour:

See if you ever read this, Marlen?
Try this - If you are nice to other people, they will be nice to you.

If, on the other hand, you treat them aboninably... Lie to them, lie about them, and accuse THEM of lying - to their face, to their friends, and to their family...
You will reap what you sow and you will NOT be respected, liked, or contacted by the people you've wronged.

Evil begets evil... And you are an evil person.
I suggest you change, if you want to stay even a small part of our lives. Because if you keep on the way you are, I suspect that not only will Kat and I do our best to get as far away from your spiteful shite as possible... So will the rest of your family.
At least, if they have any sense they will. The best you can hope for if you don't change is to be tolerated.

Is that what you want to be?
The spiteful childish bully, who is only tolerated because of blood ties?

Change, then.



I guess I'm pretty much stuck. Fuck this.
Fuck you.