Well fuck. You know, I always knew that would come and bite me in the ass. I just really fucking hate it. Just because you don't like me and I don't like you and I broke up with your best friend doesn't mean you have to go and fuck up things for me.

You know I respect what you did, you clearly don't like me. It's okay, not everyone has to be my best friend. And you have a good reason not to like me, you hear all the bad things. I understand that. But there comes a point where there's a time and place for things. There's a line, and you aren't supposed to cross it.

And finally you have.
So thankyouuu. Thankyou so much. For making me have to deal with grief about things because you really don't care about my feelings and don't care if you mess something in my life up.

Cool.
Thanks for being extra assholeish. That's appreciative.