Texts from an Ex-Wife on June 1st Through 6th 2013 – Jake Blackwood

Jun 1, 2013, 11:15 PM

Your sexual performance is inadequate.

Jun 1, 2013, 11:16 PM

Your pubic region smells like rotting meat.

You have a fat head.

You’re ugly.

Jun 1, 2013, 11:17 PM

You smell bad.

I hope all of your poops are uncomfortable and result in mudbutt.

Jun 2, 2013, 12:00 AM

You should consider suicide.

Jun 2, 2013, 3:08 AM

I hope you get hit by a bus and suffer massive internal injuries.

Jun 2, 2013, 2:00 PM

Your stepdad beat you into a bitch.

Jun 2, 2013, 2:15 PM

Your mother never loved you.

Jun 3, 2013, 11:00 AM

You will never again experience the sweet embrace of your baby sons.

When the boys are old enough, I am going to tell them exactly who and what you are including the cp.

I don’t have a crappy iPhone. I can schedule these messages to go out to you each day so you don’t forget what you are.

Jun 3, 2013, 11:01 AM

How you feel right now is how I feel every time I see your name on my callerid, skype or email. Fuck you, pay me and leave me the fuck alone.

Jun 4, 2013, 2:11 PM

I’m busy because I have a real life and a real job and real responsibilities taking care of little humans. I do not like you and I do not want to talk to you. Send my stuff and go fuck yourself, bitch. Buhbuhbyebyebye.

Jun 5, 2013, 3:05 AM

You ignored your infant in intensive care for three months.

CPS note: dad is about 500 pounds

Jun 5, 2013, 3:08 AM

You ate all of the oreos again you stupid fat fuck son of a bitch.

Jun 6, 2013, 7:55 PM

Why do you want a divorce anyway, huh? What happened to staying married to each other out of spite? I’m not ready to re-marry yet.

You don’t need to divorce to pay child support and have visitation. That is stuff you should have been doing all along. As a matter of fact, you have more “rights” to the kids married then you will after the divorce because I’m gonna nail you to the fuckin’ wall in every way imaginable and bring up every horrible detail of everything even if it is just hearsay and conjecture. Not that anyone will take you seriously after everything you did (or didn’t do).