"You'd never ever see me feel like living was futile, even with pmdd, you wouldn't see my house, my life in shambles... If he wasn't ripping her away from me, and ripping my life to shreds..."
She said, another silent tear rolling down her face.
"Well, I mean, you must be mad he's ripping you off then, right?" He insisted.
Meeting his gaze, with a cold and furious glare, "You trying to make him to blame for your crimes against my child and I was never unnoticeable to me, no matter how oblivious you think the authorities are due to you misleading them to target me."
She turns away and collapses in a heap of tears, at the years of time lost to being a vengeful person's prisoner and being ripped off by the people claiming to be protective of her or her child.
"You don't understand how many men and women have tried killing me this way, you only see my figurative bleeding as an excuse for your own additional stab wounds."
She looks away from him, out the window, terrified of meeting the gaze of someone who would pretend to be anything to get what they want from her instead of helping her get what she needs to survive.
"They have always tried making me seem likely to end myself to extort the trauma they refuse to assist in causing us. They want me dead, so they can getbaway with everything they've been doing to me for their personal gain, but you never imagined me to see through them doong that, did you?"
She finally waits to hear a response, knowing it's not him. But a fraud.
