Daddy's Love

My abusive ex boyfriend texted my dad: "You're whore daughter is dead and you're next." He was 79 years old. On oxygen. Couldn't even tie his shoes. He called me breathing heavy. "Are you okay?" Yes. Why? What are you doing? "I'm coming to kill him. Once I get my shoes on. If I can't shoot straight I'm going to beat him to death with my oxygen bottle." No one. NO ONE Will ever love me like that again.

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