Fuck you for luring me in with cocaine at a party when I was eighteen.
Fuck me for being too young and naive to know any better.
Fuck you for your couch hopping lifestyle (especially being six years older than me).
Fuck me for thinking it was cool and nomadic at the time.
Fuck you for getting me pregnant at nineteen.
Fuck me for not forcing protection.
Fuck you for saying, “I guess we need to get married now!” as your proposal in the hospital.
Fuck me for thinking I had to go through with it.
Fuck you for not paying a dime on those hospital bills that totaled thousands of dollars.
Fuck me for not having a job with health insurance.
Fuck you for forbidding two of my girlfriends to be my bridesmaids.
Fuck me for being too blind to see the hatred they already had for you.
Fuck you for getting wasted at our wedding.
Fuck me for being the sober pregnant wife who tried to shield your antics.
Fuck you for the threats of divorce after our guests left.
Fuck me for not getting our marriage annulled the next morning.
Fuck you for being late to the hospital when I gave birth to our daughter.
Fuck me for bringing our broken partnership to her life.
Fuck you for not keeping a job to support our family.
Fuck me for having to pay for daycare and work multiple jobs to make ends meet.
Fuck you for purposely making coparenting in separate homes a struggle.
Fuck me for not asking for full custody from the start.
Fuck you for sending me letters of regret and remorse telling me you would change.
Fuck me for believing you and taking you back.
Fuck you for only being true to your words long enough to impregnate me again.
Fuck me for the sheer stupidity of falling for your deceit and manipulation.
Fuck you for the cost of lawyers and not adhering to our legal decree.
Fuck me for thinking the justice system would be on my side.
Fuck you for still not keeping a job and having your parents pay all your bills.
Fuck me for loving them despite this, knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to help our kids.
Fuck you for your excuses as a father and an ex-husband.
Fuck me for having our kids grow up to recognize what my girlfriends knew all along.
Fuck you for not being in our kids’ adult lives.
Fuck me for finally recognizing you never had it in you to be a reliable or kind human being.
And finally, fuck you because you won’t fool us again.
Heather Joy’s literary debut won first place in the Sexuality & Relationships category for the 2025 Indie Reader Awards. She’s also been published in The Literary Underground, Bending Genres, and Horror Sleaze Trash. Visit her website mmmmheatherjoy.com to learn more. The mini series His & Hers is her most recent favorite revenge story.
