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Monday, December 12, 2016

Her Jealous Fetish of Voyeurism and Tattletaling...Her Favorite Thing!!!

She just can't stand it, she just can't stand it any more!  The jealous words of a sociopath that has forced her way into my life then forced herself upon me like some kind of disease that won't let go because she just can't take her ears off of me.  It makes her sick to think she can't make me die.  That's what I hear every single day; how my life makes her sick, but she can't just tear herself away.  She can't tear herself away from something that makes her sick? I don't believe it.  I think she can't pull herself away from my life because she doesn't have one of her own and mine would undoubtedly become the one that she wants without her in it.

At age 48, it's really hard to believe that the same person has had this kind of jealousy for so long, but it is even harder to believe that she would ever be possible for her to stop without some kind of police intervention.  People often wonder what it is like to have someone believing that this is happening for so long...I hear you.  For me, it's like Monday morning every single day of the week.  The hatred begins the day and ends the day...all day and night.  It never really ends.  I know she blames me for the life she thinks I stole from her, but that's not the case.  I never had anything to do with what she's done in he life.  She made her own decisions without me knowing anything about it.  I just lived with the decisions that she made for me and made successes out of them.  I think that makes her even more angry.

Even her own system of torture...I've found a way to expose.  The one thing that she's used for so long to hurt people with is becoming her own system to expose her.  I find it amusing that it's been so intolerant for her to see how it feels when her own system turns against her, but it is so amusing when she uses it against everyone else.

I hope she can't take it anymore.  I really do.  Every single time she thinks of my happiness, I want her stomach to knot up knowing that I earned every single thing that she has to finally feel.