The word mutherfucker is a good word. It hits an essence of expression of something raw and direct. What else is all this shit?

By definition to him, I am a horrid thing, a stepmother. His own mother, which is how I stabbed him, is a gnarled bitter, twisted thing. He has issues with women, he always will, and I understand that.

To go through my room, rummaging through our personal things in search of money and things of value to him, is more than I can bear.

I told him he is his mother's son through and through. I told him he could try a million years and never amount to even half of what his father is. I told hinm how my spouse, his father, treated and understood his own father. It was a mistake. I hurt pee, and my husband is angry with me. He mother is satan in his eyes. I hit below the belt, I said the most hurtful thing to pee. I told him he is her son through and through.

It was incredibly damaging and hurtful, I knew it would be before I did it. And I did it, just the same. My husband can only look at me and begin to wonder if the problem is me. I am the true best thing to account for the distance between him and his daughter, and now he worries I have and will do the same with his son.

While I was at work tonight after being reamed by my ex again, my spoise talked with pee and gave pee his car back after six days of defiance following the discovery of pee's theft from us. Pee has never apologized to me, and I have not apologized to pee for my horrid text to him. I told him he could try a million years and never be half the man his father is. I told pee he is his mother's son through and through. I knew it was wrong.

My husband has been overall kind to me in the wake of me lighting a fire to burning coals. I told pee that if he hurts my husband again I will make him pay in a sincere way, and I told him I mean that.

My husband said to me, "We are the parents. What you did was wrong." I know he is right.

Going to send this before deletion.