Dear Monster in Law

You are so fake. Your dog died of your own negligence and you demand a month of everyone mourning, built a huge monument to a tiny dog you barely had for a short while, and demand everyone wait on you. My mother loved you and when she died earlier this year, even though you’re a millionaire, you couldn’t even help me pay to get her cremated. I had to have an indignant burial and I didn’t get a placemarker or even an offer to help me pay for a small stone to put somewhere. But for your dog you had for less than eight weeks? So much more valuable than a HUMAN life.

Go fuck yourself. I won’t have my baby shower near you, and am considering having my child no where near your house seeing how you treat your son.

You’re also a shitty nurse with bad bedside manner. Also why do you keep so many bottles of propofol out...? It’s not like you have a prescription for that. Are you trying to kill someone?

Also I know you’re only ending your affair because you got herpes from the Puerto Rican guy who works for YOUR HUSBANDS COMPANY and you gave it to him, and he gave it to the secretary. And that’s why your credit cards got cut off.

Also, you’re a total psycho bitch. Enjoy your loneliness.