My rage boiled over about the lack of a wedding worth celebrating. Not just with him but with his friends. I kicked him out and NOW everyone is scrambling for a wedding. I told him I hate him, cause I do.

Oh my fucking God, dude. I just want all these wastes of air to leave me alone. My hurt only mattered to them when their gravy train crashed. He and his friends saw me cry, but it only matters now. Natch.

Ex is going to be homeless. He deserves it.