Chantal is going to die from untreated diabetes in Kuwait. I thought I sensed at least an ounce of self preservation when she fled to Canada to seek some form of treatment, but her narc ego values her rapist, scat flinging, whoresband with a room temperature IQ more than she values her hideous trotters, so throw at least one of those sketchers away, Cutie, because you won't need it where you're going.
She's going to be SO miserable, and all the while she'll be low bmi bragging about what a princess she is because her fat fingers can't manipulate a doorknob anymore so scatman rubs his doody fingers all over the knobs and opens them for her. Scatlah probably won't even do her the favor of shitting into her misshapen maw until she begs for it.
I'm sorry- I'm still just reeling that she thinks this is a win. Does she think the rest of us are really dying to snag the most inexperienced, low-IQ romance scammer...just on the off chance he'll love us enough to threaten to rape us and spit on us?
Happy New Year, Chantal. May Allah grant you another bountiful year of rape, shit, piss, and spit, before he gunts you off this mortal coil. May you be reunited with your feet/toes in the afterlife, because those motherfuckers are heading out NOW and they're not waiting for your heart/kidney/liver (who are on their way too.)