The Extremely Bad, Not Good, Break Up (re-upload)

(there's a level of anger here and shifts. i'm not going to say where, but get a feel for it and see where it fits best)

You've got some nerve showing up here after all the shit you've done. The hell do you even want? Oh sure, make yourself at home. My home. Drink my fucking tea why don't you.

Oh? You're stuff. You mean your stuff that I threw away, burned, or sold? Who knew your prized records would be worth so... little. Only got a few dollars, guess they weren't as prized as you thought. You know, catching you with "her" was the absolute WORST thing that could have happened and yet it was the BEST thing. Now I know how much of a fucking sleaze you are! I mean how could you (name)!? What is it about her, huh? Was she just more available since I was too busy "actually" working, "actually" trying to get our life in order while you did nothing but chase hoop dreams!? Yeah, how's that novel of yours anyway? Or was she just sexier than me? Was it the fact that she was younger, is that it? You sick fuck! You fucking sociopath!

I'm focusing on me for a change. I'm going to be happy for myself. Without you. Because I know that somewhere in this giant fucking city there's going to another who will be patient, who will listen to me, who won't grow tired of me and who won't fucking leave me for the next best thing. I fucking deserve that. And you deserve the worst of the seven hells.

But you know what the "worst" part is? Finding out everything you said was a lie. The "I'll never leave yous" and the "now and forevers" and can't forget about the "I'll stay loyal to you my queen". I was YOUR queen. You were MY king. And together WE were going to rule all of Westeros, remember that? Curled on our couch, your hands entwined with mine, me pressed against you. You said, "We would make an awesome power couple on Game of Thrones. Be my queen?" And I looked at you and I said "Yes, my king." Remember?

Or did you forget that when you were fucking her brains out? Now I cringe whenever I think about how much I trusted you. I trusted you! And you lied to me! And for what!? A quick fuck!? I loved you so much and I would have gone to ends of the earth for you. I would have given up everything for you! That's what you wanted wasn't it!? No... no no no you wanted more. You couldn't stand just having the loving and devoted girlfriend. You had to have more. I've seen you and the way you look at other women. The way you lost interest in our sex life. I even put on that ridiculous costume and I felt so fucking disgusting doing it but you seemed so happy and so in love with me that I put up with it and all that for this!?

(bring back down, compose yourself)

Close the door behind you. I bet you also forgot what my family does for a living. Remember when I told you that it takes precisely two hours and 50 minutes to dissolve a human body your size? That wasn't some factoid that I pulled from work bored on a wikipedia binge. Or that cement shoes aren't just a cartoon gag and an actual thing that was developed in the late 20s by gangsters who couldn't trust people? They would sedate the person, tie them up and take their shoes off, because that's important. Having shoes on meant you'd be comfortable in the afterlife, but without the shoes and the socks, the cement would harden against the skin, hence the term cement shoes. And then after that process, they'd throw them into the river, because the ocean was too far a drive and they didn't want to risk heading into enemy territory where the cops weren't paid off. And then they'd dump you. And since rivers are known have fishes... well you'd be sleeping with the fishes.

I know a lot of things if you haven't remembered and right now, I'm going down the list, picking and choosing which works best for you. Do I want to stick your head in a vice or do I want to give you a thousand slashes. Oh. Yeah. I've had... unique training with katanas. And you thought it was so cute that I just happened to have one. A gift from a friend of the family over in Japan.

Well I'll have a lot of time to decide what to do with you as soon as the sedative kicks in which should be right about... now.

(guy drops, chuckle feeling victorious)

I'd hate fuck you if I didn't hate you so fucking much. Now. Let's begin.