Mr HILLIER to Mrs OROZCO re 'I needed YOU, perpetually yet YOU, you are not here.. Goodbye' #NOTE

ON: May 29, 2024 at 1614EST
RE: Fw: I needed you, repeatedly yet you, are not here. Goodbye.
FR: Mr Isaac Bon Hillier
TO: Ms Maritza Elizabeth Orozco, Mr Leonidas David Orozco
CC: Mr Isaac Bon Hillier, Ms Kelly Anne Wolfe
    Ms Mary Marrocco, Em Thomas Cardinal Collins
CC: Det Cst David Byun, Cst Julie Moureau

• Dear Mr & Mrs Orozco,

  I just got off the phone with an individual claiming that she is my wife, but the name she used was Ms Maritza Elizabeth Orozco, rather than Mrs Maritza Bon Hillier. As I spoke with this individual claiming to be my wife, she actually demanded to know why I was sleeping with a lying whore like Ms FARKAS. I was taken aback, and tried to explain to to this called whom was claiming to be my wife that Kelly was NOT a whore, and that strategic and tangible marketing and pop-culture generally requires popularization via marketing. Like a once in a lifetime cruise to the Pyramids of Giza, right?

  I don’t like someone claiming to be my wife, and furthermore claiming that my intellectual investment on a Worst Case Scenario was an inappropriate way of being a good follower like most of the sheeple whom daddy has convinced to join him in bed to enjoy a satisfactory grilled-firm pork roast. I thenceforth just hung the fuck up, because my wife would NEVER claim that she didn’t understand that she cares more about her father’s health and welfare than that of her husband.

  I only deal with adults.
  
  I need someone who doesn't make me sad anymore. I am done with heartbreaks and crying nights. I need someone who will stay through the good times and the bad.
  
  Someone who can hold me in the nights at 3 am and can say "Its gonna be okay, I am with you. I will always be there, no matter how bad things turn out to be. I will always be there.”
  
  I need that in my life. I need my partner to be someone whom I can trust not to walk out on me when she learns I know something, or that they’re afraid of how I think.

• You’ve walked out on approximately 21 occasions in the time living since your mother died. That’s 137 days in which I’ve been left without my other half (that’s you) plus the 69 days jail time I sustained for mentioning that your father was a rapist that should be dealt with legally to suffice our Christian Duty to protect future possible victims of rape and/or paternal sexual abuse.

  137+69=206 days.

  There are 1074 days from 20210705 thru 20240612.

  1074/206 means there is roughly a 5.2% marital absentia created by YOUR bullshit being a fucking baby, and holding your love for mommy and daddy over your love for your spouse.

  You are fucking ridiculous. I explained that the deadline for your return is on or before August 23rd, 2024. I require that you return 50 or 51 years of age, no more of this bullshit in which you’re an underage 14 year created by your daddy fucking experience.

  If you don’t want to grow the fuck up, that is as I noted previously, an assured Annulment. Moreover, you will no longer have your Orozco tramp-stamp on your body or in your spirit.

  Furthermore, as I said on the phone, this is not a negotiation, and I’ve identity Farkas as a quiet reminder that your stupidity will no longer be tolerated. Is that simple enough for you, lil girl?

  Simple, right? Love and respect,
  -Isaac

  PS: I’ve reformatted our site, so it’s more poetically structured and formatted such that there is a distinctive section entitled “Hot Comms” which will I hope, prevent other mentally challenged individuals with Hot Latina partners from wasting over a decade dealing with the bullshit of bad daddy or mommy issues.