Man seriously, come back down to the ground. You don’t even know Me. Sad you have to stalk your soon-to-be-ex’s friends. I mean really…Me get a grip? That’s laughable.

Your narcissistic attempt to intimidate fails. You know why? Because I didn’t even start talking to your wife until after your smoked your entire marriage away.

Me a pussy? Try you, lurking on the Internet late at night, wife’s dog at your side. It’s amusing in a way—yet, sad in another.

Good luck on the job hunt, and driving around in the new car your ex **HAD** to buy you simply because you fail in the primary task every man is charged with: Being a breadwinner.

Now Jay, scurry about your life. Find a job, find some cute, young, blonde chick, and have some fun with your mid-life crisis. It’s not like the end of an unhappy marriage is a bad thing.