Crack Kills Lives (explicit. Wrote in anger)

I miss being married. My ex husband and I were friends. We were marred 13 years. We laughed and went to the movies, when we were together I didn't mop floors or take out the trash or even mow the lawn. He gave me his money every payday and he was ok with an allowance. Then crack came to town. Crack and her. I don't think it would have ended the awful way it did if crack wasn't involved. And her. So, if you see her, coming, know that she has crack, and don't do like I did and let crack slowing end your marriage. I did nothing. I tried to be strong. But what I should have done was kick the bitch's fucking ass (only cause she knew he was married, skank) and punched him too. I should've but didn't. And now, since 2003, I sit. Alone. Night after lonely fucking night.