Terms of Endearment.

I honestly wish he was dead.  Truly.  From the bottom of my heart.  It would have been so much easier to deal with than the relentless loads of rubbish he continues to shovel my way.

Here are just some of he texts off my phone.  Both before I changed my number and after he stole the new number from my son's phone.  And just in case you may have forgotten, MP is the ManPig, and TDR is The Dirty Rag.



"Return the van or I'll file a report for theft...."

"Meet with us. (him and his tart) Talk.  What is so hard about that. Come back home and talk."

"Come back home." (The home he moved his mistress into while I was visiting a friend.)

"What happened to bring us here?  .....  Want to come home for a coffee and breakfast??" (with him and the tart)

"...Get over your jealousy already and move back in."  (with him and TDR)

"I'm coming down there and you can return them (paperwork) to me or I'll file with the police."

"I'm going to the police to file charges for theft unless you return my files."

"I didn't call you because I didn't know  what to do you moron...."

"I'm taking him (our son) to the psych ward."

"Piss off."

"What I have done????WHO left???? Fuck off."

"He needs help. Chasing him is counterproductive."  (After not going to find the runaway son he had just yanked out of the 72 hour hold he himself had put the boy into.  Why?  Because the Dr. wouldn't allow TDR visitation priviledges.)

"Fuck you...."

"***** (my name) you need to relax, get laid, and start enjoying your life which is ALL yours now."

"Fuck off you horrible bitch....."

"Go get yourself laid,..."

"You're delusional."

"You're mentally unstable."

"Go get laid."

"***** (TDR) has nice large tits and ***** (our son) surprised us up on the bedroom balcony.  Got a problem with nature??? Lolol"  (Aparently this was funny.)

"Pleeeeeeease go get laid so you can be a human being again."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck off."

"If you speak to ***** (the landlord) or file any complaint I'll charge you with criminal libel."

"Fuck off.  You don'tmake the rules."

"None of your business.  Fuck off and stop harassing me."

"Insulting???  Yeah right.  Fuck off."

"Fuck off."

"Please stop being such a horrible bitch.  Please have dinner with ***** (TDR) and I."

"Fuck off."

"Fuck you."

"Fred is dead."  (my cat.  and no, he wasn't)

"...you horrible bitch."

"Fuck off.  There's nothing to give you.  neither myself nor my lawyer believe your BS."  (after I informed him that the magistrate had decreed he pay maintenance.  I'm sure he's trying to avoid being served.)



It seems the MP has a new found fondness for the F-word.  Both in word and deed. 

I posted all these lovely sentiments today because my dear D.I.L.has downloaded a "Block SMS" app onto my phone and now I never have to hear from him again.  Why couldn't I have found such a thing sooner?!