dear you,
what the hell. You're being ahuge bitch lately. I'll do lorettas laundry when I feel like it. Stop making fun of the fact im doing it, enjoying what you think is my discomfort. Stop being a bitch.
love, me.

dear you,
you suck. You're all "ohh im happy to be a dad" and yet when im looking at little kid clothes, excited for whats going to happen in the next 7 months you got all mad. Either be happy or stfu.

love,
your babys mama :]