I don't nag. I write.

After losing all my respect to Fold, I realized that I may have another purpose in life aside from seeing to it that my children are in good shape....annoy him to death. It gives me solace seeing him furious, deteriorating, dying. He thinks he is suffering right now when it actually isn't enough to repay the damage he did to me. When I still love him, I held back on telling people what kind of hell I have been through with him. But not anymore. When I lost the last ounce of love I have had for fold, I also lost the need to protect him despite the fact that he remains the father of my children.

He left for Lucena City last Sunday so new room was empty. No fold. Then I felt sorry for my baby who was dripping wet with sweat. Summer heat was unforgiving that night so I texted my psychotic spouse that we need to transfer to the AC room. I packed and carried everything: milk, nappies, milk bottle, and TP. When we reached the room on the 2nd floor, it was locked. I made a serious effort to bring those things but he was so rude not to inform me that he had locked it. I went berserk. No more little nice girl. After getting back to the kids' playroom I sent him hate messages which obviously shook his core. I was crying while carelessly typing everything. It felt like I was shouting at the top of my lungs when I was actually just typing, blogging. I felt relieved afterwards. Though I did not nag, my provocative words sent the message loud and clear...I'm fed up of him.

I'm fed up of being used and abused. I'm fed up of being physically, emotionally, psychologically, mentally, financially, and socially tormented by him. It's been 10 long, agonizing years that I have put up with a douche bag named fold. I wasted my youth, career, love, life to an undeserving faggot who believes true love should be reciprocated by alcoholism, violence, womanizing, and abusive behavior. Disrespect it the road to ruin.

I am what you made me. This is the outcome of the years of emotional turmoil and psychological battery you caused me. My breathing will no longer be stifled, and this is my karmic relief. You deserve every karma that slaps you hard in the face, bitch. I loathe you, Fold with every air that I breathe.