If you want the truth from my perselective, if you hadn't called me and taken the initiative to do everything, we wouldn't have happened.

For me it was strictly physical. And I knew you when you were in your early 20s. You were pretty. A bit overweight, but pretty. That was a really long time ago, loads of b******* and many, many, a great many f*** friends ago, right?

Im not so sure you are what I need at this point. I can do pretty good, I get what I need, I'm not so sure I even want you now, physically. Theres the time and the age, I dont and never did like what I saw of your personality. From the day I met you. You were always sarcastic and passive aggressive, pushy, always, always with probably quite a few things on your mind. It's like the Hall and Oats song Man Eater. She sitting with you, but her eyes are on the door. You are a s***. There is no denying that. How many more and what kind of guys have you picked up up there who were like me and this other guy I worked with, desperately clinging to you?

And like I said, what exactly are you in 2020? Married yet? How many many kids and are they little fucks because you gave them the genes of complete a**? You have a lot to prove before I even want to look at you.

Youre f****** crazy if you think I ever want to see you again. It should never have happened and you know it. Even when it did, I tried to put a stop to it 2 weeks later. You think about that. It was all you, none of it me.

And the people you get with that I know of make you an ugly person to me.

I don’t ever want to see feel or hear from you again. I don’t think you comprehend what this is about to me. This is not jealousy, I am tried of you playing with my life from behind the scenes. I’m angry.