But if you wanna drag this out, Rob, I’m more than ready. I can expose every last bit of your bullshit just like you tried to do to me a few months ago. If you want to play this game, then let’s fucking play—I’m all in. I have nothing to lose and absolutely *no fucks* left to give.

Rob, I swear to god, if I ever see your sorry fucking ass, I will destroy you. Don’t fucking message me, don’t even *think* about coming near me or my page. You don’t want to deal with me right now, you spineless piece of shit. I hope you feel like the absolute garbage human being you are because that’s all you’ve ever been. Oh, and that miserable, backstabbing cunt Genny? She can burn in hell right alongside your sorry ass.

Fuck both of you. I don’t give a single shit about either of you. Stay the fuck out of my life. You’re dead to me. I really hope you feel proud of yourself. In fact I hope you feel pretty awful. I think the best thing for you to do is close down your channel and never come back fuck face!

Rob, thanks for showing your true fucking colors *yet again.* Congratulations, you miserable piece of shit. I thanked you for sending your half-assed fucking condolences to my dad and my family—through Vicki, not even directly to me, because you’re too much of a coward to face me yourself—and I even messaged you to say how much it meant to me. But, of course, you couldn’t fucking help yourself, could you? You just *had* to bring up our past bullshit in the *same fucking message.* You’re so goddamn pathetic, it’s almost laughable.

You’ve shown me exactly who the fuck you are—a selfish, spineless, worthless sack of shit. I’ve tried so fucking hard with you, but you’ve proven, time and time again, that you’re nothing but a fucking waste of air. You think you’re some kind of hot shit? You’re not. You’re fucking *nothing.* The *last* thing I need while I’m grieving the loss of my dad is for you to drag up our fucking history. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You say you “know what I’m going through”? Fuck you, Rob. You don’t know *shit.* My dad was only 61, and he fought like hell through every fucking surgery and procedure, and in the end, we had to let him go. I was there. I fucking watched him take his last breath with my mom and my brother by his side. It was the hardest, most gut-wrenching moment of my life, and here you are, making it about your own goddamn ego. How fucking *dare* you?

Yes, Nathan, we've always gotten along very well and I too value our shared friendship. Could be because we are both LIBRANS. THANK YOU, for the compliment on my words but I truly wish that you weren't experiencing this. I know it sounds trite or cliche to say that he is at PEACE, but I know that he is. And I also know that he'd always want the best for you. So, mourn as you should but don't forget to always take great care of you which is something he'd want you to do.

If I had the means $$$, I would have gifted you a gift card from GUITAR CENTER. Although, I hope this shall suffice. MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY GOOD FRIEND, and do take care to keep your spirit well. ;)

Merry Christmas Nathan

Merry christmas nathan

I still wish you a Christmas season
with love for your family.

Thanks Nathan, same to you my wandering friend. I hope you have a very merry Christmas! ✨⛄🎁🎄✨🥀🎶🕊️✨🎁🎄🎄❇️✳️❇️✳️❇️✳️❇️❇️❄️🤶

when my dad was a 12 year old farm kid, his dad died on christmas eve / christmas day (?)
he was the oldest of two boys and had 6 sisters, on a shitty farm on the frozen prairie.
he often told me the pig barn was better built than the home they lived in.
so then a 12 year old has to run the farm, take care of his mother and sisters.
my grandma remarried an even poorer man, who had 4 kids of his own.
so now you have 12 kids living in an old farm house ....
it seems all my aunts turned out very well, plus my dad's brother.
they were the most generous people i met and they all grew up with "not much" and i think of them often.

I'm so very sorry Nathan.