He’s your fucking boyfriend now. You were always bitching at me about how he’s all yours now. Okay good for you. Don’t come to me when you can’t deal with his problems. I have absolutely no reason to help you. I don’t want to help you. And I’m not going to help you. It’s not my job to deal with his shit anymore. I’m so over him, and I’m so over you. Just wait, karma is a bitch. You’ll get dropped on your face sooner or later. I’ll be laughing.