ghost. I promise you nothing good will come of this. the sole reason she's contacting is to get some validation and she'll act all disrespectful again once she gets a whif of that

She fucked him. Before. After. Now he’s ditched her. She’s ready for you again.

Don't plate. Don't text. This post screams oneitis.

Who cares wh at she wants? What matters is what you want. I want you to send me $4000 via PayPal, is that what YOU want? I would assume no. Exactly! But what you shoupd want is to move on from a bitch who thought she could play with you. Tell your friend to delete and block her number.

Move on with your life my guy.

Leave it the fuck alone.

Don't go digging in the trash.

You know what to do.

don't do anything. If she texts you take it from there, move on with your mission.

Next

Based on your edit it seems like you've done the right thing. Nevertheless, read this.

You know what to do. Don't let pussified thoughts take over logic.

If she contacts you, probably using an app or alternate phone because you have her own number blocked, screenshot everything, including you telling her to leave you alone. If she continues to do so, contact law enforcement and provide the documentation as evidence for a restraining order.

Sometimes I see my dog looking at me and it's absolutely clear that he sees me as the leader of the house: head lowered slightly, ears relaxed, tail wagging like a dough mixer.

I have another dog. He's retarded. He barely knows his name, and thinks he's 4 times his actual size.

I think you know where I'm going with this...

So I was sitting there, looking at my dog and the little retarded dog next to him. The retard looks like he just met a new person and he looks back and forth at me and my other dog.

Anyway, this little retard dog smells like cat shit because, well, he eat's cat shit from time to time. So I have this well-behaved, loyal dog, and this shit-eating retard next to him.

I stood up and immediately both dogs stand up. When I look directly at my smart dog's eyes, he sits back down; he knows that if I walk away, he's excused but when I stay, he needs to stay. The little shit-eating retard start jumping over his more intelligent counterpart: humping his leg, nipping at his neck and ears, growling, and generally being a little shit-eating retard. My smart dog just ignores him until I tell him to, "get him!"

Then they fight in the backyard. The smart dog has no problem playing with the little retard because it's better than his imaginary friends and the cat.

See, you probably think you're the smart dog in this. But you're not... because you're not a fucking dog. You're a person. I'm talking about two dogs, you read it imagining yourself in this fantastical word of anthropomorphic dogs.

Now you see where I'm going with this.

No. You don't. Stop digging through the trash; that girl added no value to your life then, and why would anything change. It's still trash, in the bottom of a pool, filled with trash. Like trash.

Do better.