So, as it turns out, there IS enough crazy in the world to go around. And here I was worried there wasn’t.* My friend’s ex is nuts. And, apparently, a hacker of sorts. Or an identity thief. Not quite sure which. Either way, he’s fucked for the foreseeable future. I posted a comment on something he said on a social net site and got responses from her under his name.
First: yes, I do think she’s a bitch. Regardless of what she says happened.
Second: I don’t care what she wants to send me- winning lotto numbers, naked pics of Sean Connery at his pinnacle, fortune telling secrets of the mystics. She’s not getting my email address.
Third: I’m pissed because I felt like, for my own peice of mind (and safety) I had to unfriendthingy him.
This person’s reach has just extended entirely too far. Bitch. I get that some people thrive on drama. I, however, do not and have taken several measures to ensure that I have as little as possible. Sadly, drama is occasionally unavoidable and (like now) I have to put on my shitkickers and deal with it. Ok. Fine. Whatever. My friend doesn’t get to move away from the drama, I guess, because he had the misfortune to Love this person enough to marry her. Even though he has been quite amicable in the divorce, she’s still harassing him. I’m angry and sad on his behalf and I can’t help him because I’m not rich enough to afford a shark lawyer. Even if I was, he probably wouldn’t let me help him that way.
*eyes rolling practically out of my head