I have no empathy or sympathy for the sparkly turd.

Dump him from all thoughts, flush his awful stink away.

Your kids are old enough now, you can spit out these [censored] sandwiches. Let it go the way it should down the sewer. Don't care who or what he is. How he treats OW or her poor D.

Move to the land of Neh and Meh. As fast as you can.

Expect more dung as his demands aren't met. Smellier and more liquid out of all orifices.

You love, that is never wasted. Love turns a sparkly turd into a gold ingot. Be proud of your love, it's awesome when it can do that. But you can let it go now.

V

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to loose.
V 64, WAW