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Valentine’s Day.

Today sucks.

Just like every other milestone & holiday. We all woke up today knowing a huge piece of our heart is gone. Snatched. Taken away. Dead. These words echo in my broken heart..

So cold. Just like she is.. cold. Calloused. Selfish. Disgusting.

Today dad would have given me flowers… I would have taken pictures & posted them.. instead this is the last picture I have of him…

And the truth is no one is even grieving Dad or SidneyBlakes death like me & my boys. He wasn’t anyone else’s dad.. clearly by the above message she doesn’t care that they are dead and gone.. she got her money & house.. she is living her life like neither of them mattered.. heck me nor my kids matter to her either… clearly her actions show that… 

She doesn’t care that she’s hurt my children.

Sad that she tells me to never call her again but she allowed that evil piece of crap to do & say all he has and she runs to him every chance she gets.. but she equally trash talks him too. He just don’t know it..

& im still waiting for him to be slung under the bus like she said… 

Disgusting individuals. I can’t even physically understand how either of them can look in the mirror at themselves especially if they take off their masks first.. I wish so much he would put me in the body bags he’s threatened me with so I can be free of both of them.. I carry on because of my children here but living without SidneyBlake knowing he could have been here had I saw through her lies destroys me… & how she stood by while I was verbally, mentally & emotionally abused that I killed my dad & child is beyond me… her day will come & that day she will face all her evil… I may not be around to see it but I know it will.. just like his will too!! 

These words took the rest of my heart out. I can’t even breathe most days… yet she sit beside this evil piece of scum.. again he has no idea what she has said about him.. but clearly they both put on a pretty good show…. 

Today my heart is broken knowing my littlest Valentine’s is far away in a place I can’t even hug him & give him his little box of chocolate.. I have to drop it at a freaking GRAVE!!!!!

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