White Devil KuNt

Can you believe the nerve of that twat? This one time I asked her to pick up my pictures and memorabilia from the storage unit that we lost. She said she would. Moths later I asked if she could send me the memories, she told me she didn’t pick them up because she’s not my Nigger and she said it on my Daughter’s FaCebOoOoo account and those were her memories. And then the dumb twat put all our memories in a fucken shed in DROUGHT COUNTRY and let them burn in a fire. What a twat. She dropped me off in the Bronx when I was fifteen where the first night there was a stabbing in the building with blood running up the stairs. Let me roam the streets while she got drunk. And then never called me. Then she sent me off with a Crack dealer when I was sixteen after my Father tried to save me from him by sending me to her. Never called me. Made all typa dumb excuses for why she allegedly couldn’t get a hold of me. Then she took the Crack Dealers side in court when I finally left after fifteen years of being mentally tortured. And the bitch never apologized. When I decided to forgive her because I decided to jump on the forgiveness bandwagon she still didn’t apologize for shit. She just made excuses just like Joe. Birdz of a feather really do flock together.