Dear, Mrs. Hegseth Number Three

 


Dear Mrs. Hegseth number three,

I certainly hope you don't think you're the one Pete will remain loyal to. Don't kid yourself. Although the both of you tend to live in a make believe world where you fuck around while married to others, have children out of wedlock, ruin the lives of children, then say you are a Christian. You're a joke. You're a hypocrite. The fact that your alcoholic hubby doesn't even think you have the right to vote should give you a clue about him. Nah, you already know who he is- a drunk, a cheater, a dumb dodo when it comes to his job. He must have something going on downstairs for all you women to completely ignore what an asshole he is, because otherwise the only explanation is that you like to be the doormat. Does Pete spank you, tie you up, choke you until you pass out? Is that the turn on? Did your daddy treat you like dirt so now that all you think you are? Dirt. A nothing. Another piece for him to use, to dismiss, to blame. I don't feel sorry for you. You made your cheap, dirty bed. Just a heads up, number three. He'll find someone younger, someone prettier. You're actually looking rather housewifely. Maybe being married to a drunk and a serial cheater has finally gotten to you, or maybe the fact that you were fucking Pete while he was still married, while you were still married, while his kids wondered where their father was, maybe that's sinking in, that getting what you wanted wasn't exactly the great deal you thought it was. Having second and third thoughts? Ah well, what a shame. You're used goods now. No decent, kind, loving, honest man will ever want you. Enjoy your few years, if you can. You'll either find Pete in a hotel room shacking up with the latest young blonde, or, you'll get a call late one night that Pete was found dead from choking on his own vomit. You people think you are going to change the dynamics of this country. I admit, you have some people frightened, but, you don't scare me because the world will actually continue to evolve even when you're stuck in 1930. Keep praying, babe, you're going to need it. 

Sincerely,

The rest of us

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