That dumb fucker text messaged me again this morning. Twice. To try to push my buttons with his totally fabricated ‘newsflash’ of having a gay relationship with his best friend 15 years ago. Aside from that being a ginormous crock of shit (just like everything else that comes out of his mouth), I’m not sure how I can make it more clear to him that I don’t care what he does, what he did, who he did it with or what the consequences were. I don’t care. He missed his chance to have me care. I did once. He took advantage of that.
Guess I’m back to ignoring him. Or re-invoking that awesome restraining order that I had way back when.
Ain’t life grand?