Today is my stepdaughters 18th birthday, and as if on cue, WE get an email from her mother.
At 1:18pm, he writes, “To hell with the both of you. My day is finally here when you can no longer touch my life.
You should be able to see the smoke from your front porch from all the dam paperwork, computer disks and fo (can’t read the rest of the word) crap you have bombarded my life with since 1990 being burned in backyard tonight.
Best party and celebration will be held tonight not due to (her daughter’s) birthday but my own FREEDOM celebration from having to deal with you and all your shit ever again in my life.
YAHOOOOO- FREE AT LAST from you. (her name)”
~This Is My World~ 