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Sometimes divorce makes one angry

Sometimes divorce makes you angry...see:
It is about me. You hate me-hate our family-blame me for all your personal short comings-never found me attractive and just wanted to fuck other women so you left me. If you're "health" was bad-you wouldn't be trying to fuck other women---so full of shit.


I am hurt---I feel betrayed. I'm allowed.

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