Right now, I have some fat pissed off Hillbilly wanting to kill me, because I slept with his ex-wife.
I Woke up to a rambling, 250 lbs, oxycontin addict, demanding who the fuck I was, yesterday morning. Because there were young kids present (shared between the two ex's) I didnt want to make a mess and full out tumble with this guy, did not want the kids to see that. He came after me, she was in the middle, which made it more difficult. He got his hands around my neck and after some repositioning I finally wrestled him down. Yelling at him to chill the fuck out. She had already called the cops at this point because she dealt with this guys bullshit before... which I did not know. It was the hell of a way to start the day..
Crazy ex's suck bigtime, I feel really bad for people in these positions who constantly have to live in this bullshit. Makes it difficult for anyone to move on. I mean, I like the chick, she is super cool but in no way am I involving my shit in that. Feel sorry for her though