I sent the email to the witch telling her she was delusional. It’s not about the witch saying that who lives in this house, uses my stuff, has nothing to do with me. It’s not about the toad kid saying to me “you telling me to do something, is not a good enough reason for me to do it…” It’s not even the fact that this vile person, purporting to be someone’s mother… would show him an email that basically said he was a toad that I didn't want in my house.
Every discussion ended the same way. It is all about me. If I didn’t read what she said, I wouldn’t get upset.
Great. So in the end I decided that I don't need him or the drama that comes with the that horrible kid. Nor the lesbian that still holds his testicles. Seriously... I just don't need it. I'm done.
In the end, he walked down the street and I realised that this, whatever the hell it was, was over.
The first time this toad of a kid manipulated him or the ex wife had him jumping through hoops; it was over. I'm just a slow learner.