In case you weren’t aware, my parents are going thru a divorce while I plan my wedding. Its the most hurtful yet ironic thing in the whole wide world. Its made me think a whole lot, doubt a whole lot, but assure myself of something: I HATE DIVORCE.
You made an OATH unto God. You promised him you’d be together forever. Yet you insist on tearing our family apart. Like you haven’t traumatized us enough by leaving us twice. Second time, you left right after I got engaged… that one hurt me worst. So now you’re out and about living your merry life trying to find happiness while your home aches and breaks.
Need I say more?
Now onto happy thoughts of sugar plums and fairies…
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