Ahh, the ex-men of my life :/ If only they weren't so damn stupid. I ritualistically monitor their emails from inside because I've been told or guessed their passwords years ago. They've never changed them. Good luck for me though, I get to read the stupid ways they present themselves to others. Jon is the newest target. He's chatting up some stupid girl he met somewhere with his poetry/flattery. Why did I ever (do I still) love someone so fractured and immature and quasi-insightful?
