Cathy

Five years ago you called off our engagement and left me alone with a barely furnished apartment, a dog and massive debt, and told me that God had sent you a vision and said we couldn't date anymore. I told you that in five years time, you'd be fat, single, and childless. You told me otherwise.

Yesterday I finally got to rub it in your wrinkly, fat fucking face, with your stretch fit jeans that hold your sagging belly flab in, you aged out, femcel wall hitter!

Yeah, I'm bitter... but guess what... I'm right, and that feels good.

OH! This is pertinent because I'm "reminding" her, which "remind" was the challenge, so it's not ALL bitterness.