Also deleted without reading.
The final message appears to be a Thanksgiving promise to keep messaging.
The prior “final” message, sent on Halloween when I was dancing at the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and Robertson, promises to never contact me again.
An ex who I CAN stand is ready to punch this freak for me.
He also has a loser to contend with.
I told him you will in fact feel no greater joy than when you tell them to die.
The problem is, they don’t.
And then they gaslight you for being a meanie rather than address their own abominable behavior.
So, whatever this fucker said, my reply is “Noted.”
I don’t want to know. I don’t let myself get pulled back in.
And if anything happens to me, my friends know exactly who this asshole is and where to find him and his wife.
Note that.