Look At This Man


Look at this man. Can you see the shame in his eyes? I can.

That’s the look of a man that abandoned 5 children in the United States only to flee the country and all of his responsibilities, and start a third family in some carefree paradise.

That’s the look of a man that owes my three children and I over $72,000 in back child support and alimony. Not to mention how much he owes to the girl he cheated on me with for the two kids she spawned with him. Doesn’t he look proud?

Just look at him! This 40 plus year old man dressing and acting like he’s still in his 20’s. He has to in order to keep up with that pretty little young thing he has impregnated. There is no way she’s out of her 20’s.

She didn’t like the fact that I posted this photo of their new happy family on my social media stories, so I decided to memorialize this moment in time, permanently, here on this page. I will enjoy their misery as long as I want.

Which brings me to the fact that someone told her about that photo in my Facebook stories. That means that someone on my friend’s list is a cheese chewing rodent. Which is fine, you only did exactly what I wanted to happen. I wanted those two to know that I know.

But now that you’ve run to stick up for this disgrace of a human being, you can kindly remove yourself from my friends list. I don’t keep rats, whoever you are. At this point, if you are ok and can look the other way after what this man has done, then you are not fucking ok with me. Do make sure you say goodbye before you leave though.

Until this man tries to make this right with my kids and then cuts me a fat check, I will continue my pattern of publicly shaming him any time I feel like he deserves it. Till death do you part, Pierluigi. Maybe I won’t be so angry any more after my children are all completely grown. 

Just look at that person that calls himself a man.

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