*Note about this post: I am experimenting. Because people are stupid and my patience is finite.
Dear Asshat who told me (again) that if I ever get divorced, he’ll take me (he’s married too [which somehow makes this ok?], but “that’s what lawyers are for”):
- Hell, no.
- With such a classy display of disrespect for your wife and myself, I’m somehow still going with NO.
- So glad to know my agency means nothing to you. No.
- You’re older than my mom. Um, no.
- And again with the no.
I admit to a morbid sort of curiosity about why you believe it’s remotely ok to say something like that, but I don’t want to be in your presence that long, and I certainly don’t want to listen to any more of your bullshit.
And so I leave you with the only thing I managed to say about any of this to your face: keep dreaming. (Just do it somewhere else.)