You are nasty. A nasty old woman. A nasty, bitter, deeply ugly lump.
You are a hate figure. You constantly badmouth everyone in your life. You laugh at the misfortunes of others. You slag off your husband, son, previous work colleagues, ‘friends’ and those you claim to know well and name drop. You then state and restate how open and honest you are and how you pride yourself in your fine character.
Guess what? You’re not great. You’re not good. You’re definitely not better than everyone else. You don’t have the right to say what other people’s feelings and thoughts are. You don’t have the right to diminish them. You definitely are a piece of shit for actually stating that others’ feelings are fake and cannot possibly be as important as yours. You are a fucked up narcissistic psycho.