A word of Advice

I hope you'll find this one funny because I do. A little word of advice ladies... Don't ever ask the man you love if the girl he cheated on you with has fake boobs? Most would only think to ask or maybe not even think it but know from looking at her. I have only seen Sara once as she hid in the corner of the dispatch office the morning after I found out when I so nicely took his friends at work cookies. She is thin, with dark hair and while I wanted to see what she looked like, I didn't get a great look. She should of had the balls to look at me in the face. Coward. I was more shocked and my first reaction was that she was ugly. Probably because her soul is ugly. Don't call me and deny it all and expect any respect. Knowing now that this little cunt has fake boobs has only made me start a cycle that I am trying hard to keep at bay. Hence why I am choosing to talk about it on here instead of to myself while looking in the mirror. I mean I am pregnant for goodness sake, emotion and hormones make me feel bad enough not to mention the giant watermelon breast this baby is giving me. Hard to imagine what it must be like to have a thin 24 year old body that has not carried around 3 baby boys, to have the ability to wear a bathing suit that didn't take a specialist to find,  and then to brag about how flexible I am because I was in gymnastic...no wonder that bitch need implants. those girls that spend their life swinging from bars have no chest...fucking bitch! At 24 I was already a mother, already loyal to my husband already not her. Anyways I feel better how about you. I need that. On another note I had to go get tested for STD's today. I cried, it was the first time I have cried in 3 days. I refuse to punish my self though. Today I am living my life.