In fact, when I asked my wife who her friends were, you didn’t even get a mention. I had wondered when I was first going out with this wonderful woman who is now my wife, why you had told Bobby that you and her were best friends, but my wife didn’t say anything about you. That’s just so fucking typically drama queenish kind of you. And thank you for reminding me of that each and every time we get together. Now, I am grateful that it was at Bobby’s birthday party at your house that I met my wife. After talking about you, your family and your friends all night, I thought that we could discuss something else for a change, but when you’re a bitch sorry fucking drama queen sorry, so special, I guess three minutes is really too long for attention to wander from you. OK, and when we’re all out together, I’ll remember to bring a fucking egg-timer along and set it for 3 minutes to make sure that if the conversation strays away from you, we can turn it back to you quickly so that you don’t have to pout and look like you’re about ready to cry. Do that in front of your friends, if you want attention, but don’t make him out to be incompetent in front of customers just ‘cuz you want to look good. When we go out to dinner with his clients, (as in his customers who are paying the fucking bills) whatever else the fuck you do, don’t tear him down just to make you look good. He’s over 40, one does not change jobs, let alone fucking careers because of assine requests from crazy, jealous bitches drama queens girlfriends. Memo: Just because Bobby and ex worked together, does not mean that Bobby should change careers. Memo: Just because Bobby and ex went on business trips together overseas does not really mean that you have to scratch these countries off of the list of counties to visit. Jealousy over someone competing for your man, sure, but over an ex? Yes, Bobby and ex lived together and worked together, but it’s fucking over.
Get a fucking clue, bitch – shit, there I go again – it’s his EX-GIRLFRIEND for chrissake.
For one whole, complete week – until you threw your first jealous fit about Bob’s ex-girlfriend. When you showed up as the girlfriend of my once best friend (let’s call him “Bobby”) a year and a half ago, I though you were cool. Otherwise, I would have called you a fucking drama queen with less emotional maturity than a humming bird. And the only reason that I did this incredibly stupid thing was that I was drunk at the time and obviously not thinking clearly.
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