March didn't change anything. Since I had an obligation on March 15th and it didn't work for his schedule, my lawyer changed the court date. April 5th at 10 am. Can't wait! He tried reaching out to your lawyer several times to figure out a plea deal. I don't really want to take you to court just because I don't want to see you, your sister, or her boyfriend. Leading up to the last several dates, I've lost sleep, I've freaked out, I've had anxiety attacks, I've lashed out, and I've shut down. It's a roller coaster of emotions. To this day I still cannot talk about the whole situation without crying and shaking.

I mean, how would you react to seeing the people who made the last week you were with them the worst week ever? I spent countless hours crying and laying awake. I didn't want your ex coming into our room and our plastic folding door obviously had no lock. I take joy in at least knowing that I was purposefully loud while we were having sex. Oh, and I made sure to get you horny every night I could to make sure she knew we had a good sex life, cause we genuinely did. Did I really want it while I was sick with Covid? No, but I wanted her to know I was still fucking you and not her. Not yet at least.

Now, we'll see what you, the douchebags, and your lawyer say in April! Let's keep with the 'fuck you' mood and repeat 'abcdefu' for March.