In which the ex continues to rally as a piece
of s-h-i-t. A greedy piece of s-h-i-t.
I left her because of her greed, her nonstop idiotic greed. Because knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. Because all she thinks about is how she can soak every penny out of everyone.
She was born a cheap bitch, she lives her life as a cheap bitch, and she'll die as a cheap bitch.
I wish I could broadcast it over the planet - take her picture and put it in a dictionary under "cheap bitch," print a million copies of this dictionary and hand it out on the street corner for everyone to read.
Or pay some Hollywood screen writer to write a screenplay about the cheapest of the cheapest bitches, cast some hideous actress to play her and end the movie with her dying from a pile of dollar bills falling over and suffocating her. And she gets buried in a group grave with a bunch of dead dogs in a pet cemetery somewhere in the Mexican desert.
Or maybe she'll end up living on the street, a worthless old hag eating garbage out of McDonald's dumpsters, being pissed by people walking by.
She was born cheap, lives cheap, and she'll die cheap.