I heard that someone who needed to die a long time ago has a cancerous brain tumor.
I would say this news brings me no joy.
But, I’d be lying.
He stole my TV, all my mom’s furniture and, for a while, my mom.
Then he ran back to the wife he had left.
And he said (to that charmer) that he wished she would die on the operating table when she went for bariatric surgery.
She didn’t.
I met her and I absolutely understand why he wanted her dead.
But what he did to my family, pfft.
Seriously. I wish him everything he deserves. Everything.
Going back to the wife he hated was just the start. And the universe realized it wasn’t enough.
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around, yeah.