February 02, 2008
Originally published June 22, 2003
My BC ex-wife has a deep, dark secret that she is more than willing to share with lots of people to demonstrate her toughness and willpower. She got pregnant when she was 16, in high school. She was Head Majorette in the marching band, Captain of the Beta Club and all-around good-looking girl.
Her daddy offered to pay for an abortion and even took her to Atlanta to have the procedure done before she changed her mind. She carried the child full term, birthed the baby and gave it up for adoption. She is proud of doing that.
I once was proud of her, too.
But I am not anymore. I am no fan of abortion. I think it is an evil form of birth control, but I don't want to outlaw it. People are going to have abortions, just the way people are going to smoke dope and gamble illegally. You can outlaw the shit out of that kind of behavior, but people are going to do it anyway. That's what people do. Passing laws to punish human nature is the way some self-righteous bastards get even for being short, ugly and never getting much pussy.
Do you think Henry Waxman would be such a prick if he were taller and got laid a lot? I think about such things.
But, I digress.
I'll tell you what my BC ex-wife learned from giving her baby up for adoption. When she was 16 years old, she learned that EVERYTHING is disposable. She learned to LOVE NO ONE. She trained herself to be a bloodless cunt.
She learned to be a heartless, unfeeling bitch, and I never realized it until she set her sights on me. I got steamrolled, but I should have known better. She learned to give away her own child. Why would she think twice about abandoning a husband?
She has no friends. She CLAIMS TO, but they never call and she never sees them. She CLAIMS to be tight with her family. Shit, her father is dead and the only reason she speaks to her mother is because she needs mama for babysitting purposes.
I once really believed that the woman was my partner, my lover and my best friend. I was blinded by her. All of my common sense went right out the window, and I fell in love. Bejus, but I have paid in spades for that mistake.
She dropped me like a hot rock and left scorched earth in her wake. When I needed her the most (I've got CANCER! So? Who are you?), she went out of her way to embarrass me in front of my true friends and hurt me as badly as she could. She showed up late for Quinton's soccer games with cum in her fucking hair and looked at me as if she didn't know me. She took me to court and raped me financially, then went to her dope-smoking, unemployed lover's house to celebrate.
I stopped calling my son when that unemployed, dope-smkoing asswipe answered the phone one day. In MY HOME!
She ditched him, too, when she got tired of having an unemployed, dope-smoking lover. She's got religion now and is very active in the church. Quinton hates that shit.
She'll ditch church as soon as it becomes inconvenient. Right now, it makes her look good. She likes that, but she'll go ahead and look bad if it suits her immediate purposes. That's what she does. The woman is a true bloodless cunt.
And she learned to be one in high school.
She almost beat me to death, too. I hope her adopted baby turned out okay. If so, he did a lot better than I did from her influence.
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