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By: Demon Goddess (Davida Clark)
You said that you would love me until death do us part. I still love you, Christopher, why don’t you understand this? I changed myself for you, grew my hair out, dyed to blonde, to look just like one of you fantasy girls, and now you want to leave me for some malnourished 18 year old prostitute who doesn’t care about anything but your money, our money. Don’t forget Chris, there was a prenuptial agreement, that, you won’t get one single red cent of my money.
But you see, Chris, I’m not ready to let you go. I still love you; I will ALWAYS love you, no matter what will happen. I won’t let you leave me like this, so that all of my friends could talk about our failed marriage behind my back? I don’t think so.
You see, when you married me, you promised TILL DEATH DO US PART. Both of us are in perfect health, my love, and we have quite some time together until that day that God takes one of us home.
Oh, you don’t want me; a 27 year old is too old for you? But, love, please remember you promised TIL DEATH DO US PART. And, you see love, since you don’t love me; I think I hear our great Heavenly Father calling you home.
Well, Christopher, when you get to the Pearly Gates and St. Peter judges you for all of you credit scams, bad deeds and infidelity, you can always tell him, “At least me and my wife stayed together, until DEATH DID US PART.”