For the love of God, please stop whining. I can't fucking take it anymore! Don't get me wrong, I love you. But I swear to God if I have to hear one more word about how much you hate your babydaddy, I think I might stab you. I'm sure he's a pain in the ass (newsflash: they all are), but trust me, you have it fucking E-A-S-Y. At least he's not a crackhead, he has a job, and he actually pays his child support and sees his kid! Frankly, he's a whole lot more of a man than your loser alcoholic cokehead of an ex whom you pine for constantly—for reasons that are a complete mystery to me. And FYI: I'm fucking sick of listening to you whine about your ex, too. I'm sick of hearing his name and watching him manipulate both you and your child in some pathetic attempt to remain in your life (even though he's not man enough to actually be with you). Get the fuck over it, move the fuck on, and stop whining to me all goddamn day about it.

—Anonymous

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