Dear Bell End,
As you gathered from last night's conversation, it's over. There isn't anything I like or can even remotely tolerate about you. Your attempt to gas light me last night was a very poor effort indeed. In fact, you tried it twice, pretending you hadn't said/done the following:
- Told me you hated me. You clearly said 'Why do we hate one another?' And I asked, 'So you hate me?' Because for once I thought we'd agreed on something and you stared me out. I pretty good indication of the affirmative. Yet you deny you did this.
- When our son was sick last night, I came to tell you and you rolled you eyes and huffed. I had to ask you to help and yet when I raised this as an issue, you said you were quick to help and how could I think otherwise?
And onto other matters:
- You love to check my phone. I never check yours. Why? I hope you're having an affair. Then it's proof for others what a prick you are. Not that I need to prove why I dislike you so much. But it would save me explaining all the little nasty things you do or omit to do.
- You tell me I never enjoy anything and overanalyse things I enjoy. You say you never enjoy anything with me. Great. Then leave.
- You tell me our disabled son will be fine and to stop being vigilant for his symptoms. I won't, because I need to know how to support him. Idiot.
- You're going away next week. Don't come back.
- Stop trying to make out I should be jealous of your friendship with a female. Even I can see she's not interested in you like that. And see point 3.
- Stop making a martyr out of yourself for doing the washing and putting the bins out. I employ a cleaner and I earn far more than you do. Also, stop telling me how to do my job. You're not trying to take an interest, you're positioning yourself as superior.
- Every word that comes out of your mouth is boring.
10. I genuinely used to feel scared of being alone. Now I'm excited. Really excited.
11. I genuinely thought I had been suffering from poor mental health. Nope, just 13 stone of bull shit.
12. Too negative am I? Life gets like that when you have a husband who belittles you, minimises your concerns and dislikes you to your core.
13. I'm not attracted to you, you fat fuck. But that's down to the fact you're a nasty bastard. Not due to your fat.