No one loves you, not even that uncle of mine that you've trained into a castrated dog. I'm going to rescue that man from you too, once I finish saving up for this new car. I'll hook him up right with some girl. I know at least 3 from church who'd pounce on an older, rich guy and give him a nice home life. They'll have their own family and forget about you, leaving you so you can wait to die and go to hell with that kiddy-fucking retard you called a husband.
Merry Christmas, lady.
