There’s no peace for the wicked, and in this case, my ex is the wicked. Somebody, please tell that big-for-nothing fool that it’s me doing it to him, and until the day I lose blood from birthing, nothing for him. He can try all he wants, but he can’t stay with any woman, nor is he getting married. These words were forged in tears, pain, blood, and my humility before the moon. Continue to engage in as many fruitless relationships as you want. Enjoy the ride, my love. I was okay with the breakup, but your mistake was thinking you could keep coming back and pretending we were working things out. How dare you play with my fragile heart like that?
As if that wasn’t bad enough, you’d walk out and come back every three market days, and foolishly, I’d be there crying and begging you 🤣🤣. The last time he tried it, I remembered I hadn’t even begged God, the creator of the heavens and earth, like that, and I got really furious. Ah! No be flesh and bl00d be this, I asked myself. Flesh and bl00d go weep for a very long time. He better pray I give birth soon; otherwise, his case will really drag on. Very stoopid fellow! Signed: Love of your life 🤣🤣
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