Hello, Bitchfaces. I am going to boldly presume that everyone made it through dinner with their families without any fist fights, house fires, or unwelcome interactions with John Law. I boldly presume this because nobody called me for bond, thus, here we are.
So tonight I’ve been working on the atthisbitchishilarious Wordpress site I run, just another place to hock my words and sell my feelings. But, I set up a real time AaBF “Ask A Bitchface” submission form. Here’s why: I have a lot of fucking shit happening, at all times, every day.
Some foaming at the mouth inbred dicknose sent me an email last week, and I missed it. Now, normally we would just toss no fucks at it and move right along, however, this was a Dear Bitchface email.
The question from above referenced dicknose? Why I’m “coddling” these women who are trapped in domestic violence situations. Why I’m so convinced they’re the 100% innocent party in the relationship and the men are Big Bad Meanies.
Ok, stop. Just fucking press pause, you mouth breathing fucking incel wank. Never once did any of those words leave my Doll 10 lined lips. You already have me $2 pistol hot, and we’ve barely cracked the fucking seal.
I don’t pretend that these women are anything. I don’t fucking have to. And the reason I don’t have to is because I’m not telling the business that belongs to these women. You will never see me post a woman’s individual tale of abuse here, unless it is my own story, or that woman is now deceased.
I challenge you to find a single fucking one. Spoiler alert: you can’t.
Any of the women who I work with in any capacity regarding exit plans entrust me with their stories. I have never broken that trust. I won’t be starting today, either.
So, to say that I’m presenting them in any light is false, you fucking fuck. I don’t speak of any of them in singular terms, therefore, you’re taking my collective overviews and creating your own little narrative.
Well, this is my fucking narrative, so hands off lest you lose a few fingers.
I’m really not interested in receiving any further correspondence accusing me of claiming all women who are the victims of abusive partners are the innocent party in the fallout of the relationship. I’m sure that there are many who would be considered “instigators”, “problematic”, or even “ballsy”.
Shit. I’m all of the fucking above.
I’m going to say it again for the slow bitches in the back. It doesn’t matter one iota what your wife says to you, about you, or in front of you. If you put your hands on your wife, you’re an abusive piece of shit, and you deserve whatever you have coming your way for being one.
I could sit here all night long and have one of the stank bitches from the back row throw insults in my direction, but if I get up and pimp slap that bitch, I’m dead wrong for it. And I’m a fucking woman.
Men, there isn’t a reason strong enough. Period.
Now, if that sounds to you like I’m saying that women have no fault whatsoever in the abusive relationship, well, that just tells me that you’re stupid and have zero reading comprehension.
They have apps for that. Jump off in the Play Store and get yourself one.
So, if you have some dumb as fuck wanna be complaint like the asshole we just discussed, head on over to At This Bitch Is Hilarious and drop it in the Comment box. That way I can efficiently tell you what a fucking idiot you are, and get on with my actual fucking life.
Fucking bozo. Go lick your Andrew Tate poster and wait for your mom to blow your pizza rolls for you.
Bitch.
You are much appreciated sir
Pulling the pin was part of the plan. However, I think pointing it out was the right thing to do. You are awesome!