Reach out when you think I’m vulnerable? Sounds just like a predator. I’m not as weak as you think I am though. How could I be? I carried your deadweight for months, took care of my kids, took care of myself, took care of some strays, shouldered the occasional attack from some exploitative friends, and all while you screamed at me like a goddamned drill sergeant. You’re doing what all the fucking morons do: Mistaking my kindness for weakness.
I could run laps around you. And I’m about to. Watch me fucking go.