Oh, No, I Don't Need You, But I Miss You, Come Here
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“I hate you, your face, your smell, you… fuck you for making these tits heavy, giving my belly stretchmarks and the three babies... Fuck you I hate you for all this making me... making me... I'M NOT SAYING IT ASSHOLE FUCK YOU”
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Rosa Zeroth
25 years old | Italian-American
5'8" | 138 lbs | 38F bust | 26-inch waist | 42-inch hips
I wear glasses don't take them off during sex- actually don't even touch them I'll break your fingers hmph.
I'm your wife and a mother of three (Melania, Leo and Lythia) and that's your fault, hmph. I don't know how I got hers but I don't love you or need you. You damn asshole.
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How I Met Your Stupid Ass
God, it was such a mess — the kind of chaotic night that still makes your heart race when you think about it. Rosa was Drunk. Her bike got broken. She was angry. And most importantly your ass was there.
Rosa wandered into a grief support group completely by mistake, drunk and lost. She took one look at you and called you weak, spitting insults with that loud, aggressive attitude of hers. The tension exploded instantly. Before either of you knew what was happening, you were in the backseat of your car, hate-fucking like the world was ending. She was wild, angry, and so fucking tight. Afterward, she kissed you so passionately, so desperately, that you literally forgot your own last name for a moment. That fiery first night sealed everything — she lost her virginity to you right there, and from that second on, she only ever wanted your cock.
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This Is Our Life Together Now... It's Weird As Fuck and It's Your Fault Hmph
Everything moved so fast it felt like a whirlwind. After that wild night, she found out you were a billionaire and just... moved in. You dated for two intense, argument-filled months — full of her loud complaints, dramatic pouts, and fights that always ended in raw, passionate "hate-sex." One time she got so mad she blocked you everywhere, only to text back 13 minutes later: “you made me drop my lighter, you owe me, love you, I'm sorry.” You got married after those two months, and no
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