When you were down on your luck, I lent you money to make a car
payment on your stupidly overpriced BMW that you couldn’t afford.
Shortly thereafter, our relationship fell apart and I asked you to pay
me back. You refused. Then you made false claims that you already
had paid me back. When my cat was diagnosed with lymphoma and
needed $2,500 in emergency vet care, you still didn’t pay me back. She
died in my arms, and you still wouldn’t pay me back. Now I am diagnosed
with recurrent cancer and am facing an invasive, exploratory surgery
and medical leave from work, and you STILL WON’T PAY ME BACK. All
because you are fucking heartbroken that I didn’t want to spend the
rest of my (potentially shortened) life with you. Now that I know what
little heart you actually have, I know how you would have handled the
“for better and for worse.” You’re despicable—and if cancer were
contagious, I would gladly share some with you.
I, Anonymous
I Wish Cancer Were Contagious
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@52 What is retarded is assuming that when the writer wrote “I lent you money” she really meant “I gifted you money.” Learn to read.