Lottery Winner Ditches Family for a Luxurious Life! #Betrayal #FamilyDrama #MoneyMakesCold
Where are you? You said 4 hours ago that you’re going to buy a milk. I bought a scratch ticket and that took you 4 hours. No, I hit the lottery. 169 million. Are you serious? You’re telling me we’re finally out of this mess? The kids won’t be hungry anymore. No more rice nights. We can move out of this dump. Get the kids into better schools. Fix your mom’s house. This changes everything about that. I said I hit the lottery, not we. What are you talking about? You think I’m about to waste this kind of money on you and your disgusting children? Please. I’ve carried this pathetic family for too long. You carried the family? I’m working two jobs to feed the family in you. Cantina app. I need roastbot. Help me roast my husband. Just say you must think you’re a Twitch streamer the way you lived of my donations. You must think you’re a Twitch streamer the way you lived of my donations. I’m leaving. I’m getting a penthouse in Miami and hiring a personal chef who doesn’t cry when I yell. Tell your little cockroach spawn I’m not paying for their mouth breathing habits anymore. And you you can go cry in your crusty recliner while you think about what went wrong. You’re their father. What happened to you? Nothing happened. I finally realized I don’t have to babysit a grown woman who doesn’t even take proper care of herself. I would take care of myself if I didn’t had to work two jobs. Wamp wamp. I don’t love you. Never did. You were a placeholder until I got out. Now I’m out. Block me or don’t. I won’t be reading this trash again. You’re a monster. I hope money keeps you warm because your soul is ice cold. Money keeps me warm, happy, and far away from your charity case. Enjoy the struggle. Off to celebrate. I’m back home.
Where are you? You said four hours ago that you’re going to buy a milk. I bought a scratch ticket. And that took you four hours? No, I hit the lottery, 169 million.
Are you serious? You’re telling me we’re finally out of this mess? The kids won’t be hungry anymore, no more rice nights. We can move out of this dump, get the kids into better schools, fix your mom’s house. This changes everything.
About that, I said I hit the lottery, not we. What are you talking about? You think I’m about to waste this kind of money on you and your disgusting children, please? I’ve carried this pathetic family for too long. You carried the family? I’m working two jobs to feed the family and you.
Cantina app I need roast bot? Help me roast my husband. Just say, you must think you’re a Twitch streamer the way you lived of my donations. You must think you’re a Twitch streamer the way you lived of my donations.
I’m leaving. I’m getting a penthouse in Miami and hiring a personal chef who doesn’t cry when I yell. Tell your little cockroach spawn I’m not paying for their mouth-breathing habits anymore.
And you, you can go cry in your crusty recliner while you think about what went wrong. You’re their father. What happened to you? Nothing happened.
I finally realized I don’t have to babysit a grown woman who doesn’t even take proper care of herself. I would take care of myself if I didn’t have to work two jobs. Womp womp.
I don’t love you. Never did. You were a placeholder until I got out.
Now I’m out. Block me or don’t. I won’t be reading this trash again.
You’re a monster. I hope money keeps you warm because your soul is ice cold. Money keeps me warm, happy, and far away from your charity case.
Enjoy the struggle. Off to celebrate. I’m back home.