Fucking piece of shit boyfriend. I say one thing you don’t like, so you throw my expensive-ass phone half a block like it’s a fucking baseball?! Then proceed to rant about how worthless and pathetic I am? How you don’t love me, and to put our daughter up for adoption? Better be buying me a god damn iPhone 5c, you fucking cunt. I wish this fucking child in my stomach wasn’t yours. I hate you. The only thing you’ve improved upon is not throwing me around anymore. I’m sure it’ll pick back up after Daisy’s born though, no doubt.