remember that white cat i found covered in blood with an injured paw? i haven't been able to find him since, but i went looking for him again today.
i have zero respect for women who knowingly entertain married men and men who cheat on their wives. have some damn shame
i helped mona and she embarrassed me to defend that cheating rat. now he's cheated again and dumped her. still helping her while dragging that pathetic rat. the fucking irony
imagine destroying your own life over a cheating bastard who treats women like a revolving door. girl, have some self respect.
i'll never let that woman off the hook either. she's catching the same heat as him
if my husband ever cheated on me, i'd cl*w his eyes out, sm*sh his head, ch*p him into tiny pieces, sell his organs, dr*in his blood, grind his bones into fine powder and leave the rest to the cannibals. i'd make him regret ever crossing me
that aunt holds such a special place in our extended paternal family. i only wish my mom had received the same love and acceptance.
the truth is, i've lost the desire to live, cherish life, find love, seek companionship, or expect anyone to care about me, understand me, or accept me.
in another universe, my cats are still my knights, and i'm still their ruler. that's the universe i call catistan

