I can't believe I ever went down on your old wrinkly-ass twat. No wonder your hubby was excited at first, I was half your age and damn cute. You just hooked me when my self-esteem was off or something. Your hubby was all into it till he realized we had more fun without him. You played the game though, your sick ass fed on chaos. It's people like you who send kids to therapy. I guess the games you and your hubby played with each other were fine, but corrupting your fucking kid along the way? You make me sick. She knew everything—Mama's spy to alert her when Dad was home. It still makes my stomach churn when I think about her busting you and him snorting lines—and somehow you made it her fault. I pray to God that kid grows up and gets far away from your twisted ass. I bet your life is fucking miserable and I am glad. You deserve all that is coming your way.