And THAT'S how I know you're a piece of shit.  Can't be happy for anyone else :D  

So thank you for participating in that public humiliation experiment.  You *really* suck at this.  

If you think that anyone here thinks I'm 'shitting on myself' by speaking the truth about the physiological TORTURE I have endured at your incapable hands on a spiritually sound blog platform you are insane.  

You are the only one who wants to crawl into a hole and die because of what you are reading.  Someday I'll feel sorry for you on that but not today, sorry, pal.

YOU are the one who's embarrassed.  I am shitting on YOU, Sir.  And I love doing it.  You  deserve it.  You did a VERY similar thing to me in front of Matt in November which shocked the living hell out of me.  It was that moment when you smirked at me after telling the coolest lie I've ever heard about me and that day to Matt...and I watched him buy it (because you WERE a veryyyyy *very* successful car salesman in Chicago.) that I knew you were a dirty fuck.  Never saw you do that before.  Revolting.  Puke literally  boiled up in my esophagus when I witnessed how you cut the legs from beneath me while relying on the fact that I'm not a fighter like you are, not verbally skilled like you are.  Guess the first divorce really trained you  well to keep yourself as separated from the one who lies in your bosom as possible.  

And again, Mike, you can't make demands of me anymore.  I know it's in another post that I've submitted here but I told you just moments ago that telling me what to do is just a no-go.  Now I wish I could help you out but my hands are tied.  I've gotta follow through on that.  It's a matter of personal integrity at this point.  

OH!  And I think...YES!  I can actually 'be free' AND 'execute on my threats' as well.  So, it's not an either/or situation there, just letting you know.  You get it.