I have decided that the 26th day of every month is 

Love Day❤

This is not G or PG rated

Rickie Fowler, you need to think about how beyond poorly you have treated me for the last eight months, extremely uncalled for and inexcusably so. Until you fully realize that and the disgusting and completely inexcusable extent of it, I don’t want to hear your bitching and moaning and/or one fucking word out of your fucking mouth because you do not have the room to speak one. I feel like I am banging my head against a wall, Rickie, with you, and it should never ever be that way. You stop bringing vomits of stress, filth, evil, and bad energy into my life. Personally, you are fucked up. Unfuck up yourself instantly because I know you are not this evil, abusive, disturbed, disgusting thing. Thank God. And I am coming home in the next month, and my home is with you in person, Rickie. It will be you, Allison, the kids, and me, and you and I will sort everything out together with each other in fucking person like the good people you and I are, Rickie. Not who you and I are not! I actually fucking exist, Rickie. Why don’t you fucking exist for a change?