A Real Sad Story III

When I finally returned to North Carolina it had become apparent that my boys mother and I had reached the end of the line. I ended up staying with my Granny while she stayed with my mother. After being back less than a week two days had passed without me hearing a single word from my boys mother or my mother. I called mom's house to see what was going on.I asked "Can I speak to "bleep" (I don't like using her name) to which my mother replied "she's gone." "Gone where?" To which she replied "back to Washington State" to which I replied "are you shitting me?! that is fucked up!" My mother replied by hanging up the phone like the total and complete bitch that she is. I immediately called back and was answered by the purest turd to ever breath oxygen, my mom's husband John. He said, "you better quit threatening to kill people or else." I was so shocked by this statement that all I could reply was "are you fucking kidding me!? That pussy fart of a human being then hung up the phone and I never heard another word from the sorry sacks of ass. I was forced to leave for Washington State with no money, no place to live, no lined up work, or anything fucking else for that matter. I had no idea that a terrible ruthless plan had already been put into action by these butt smugglers who were trying to rape me of my soul. It seems that at the behest of my stupid mother and her ass clown husband my ex began a relationship with my step brother, a total ass-fuck-dick-licker. Years would pass and I knew that there was something very fishy going on, for there had to be a reason my ex held my children out on me like she did. I thought she was just a mean, vindictive bitch who was simply being the person I had learned she was while we were married. I could never have imagined that she would go so far or that my own mother would be the tutor for her wickedness.