As it turns out, the confrontation at the assembly was just a slappetizer.
More recently, she has received solid confirmation that her sleazy ex was messing around with her former friend before their break up. In front of all her friends. Who were then, of course, afraid to tell her. So she was wronged and publicly humiliated. And then she was dumped. Before prom. So the other day she pulled her ex aside to ask him just exactly what about her suspecting he was cheating qualified her as "a paranoid control freak" when, in fact, he was, you know, actually cheating. That's a rhetorical question, obviously. I don't know if he had time to answer anyway.
I do know my super strong brute of a softball whiz then socked him a good one right in the gut. After that she kicked him in the shins. (See? Not psycho. Psycho never goes for the shins. Psycho always goes for the nads...)
And then - this is my favorite part - she told him:
- he smells like cheese,
- he suffers from dandruff,
- and, oh yes, she told him he's got man boobs.
Man boobs. I know. I thought, how does one have man boobs and a six pack both? Apparently the man boobs are a recent development - a side effect of ditching the rowing team. Say goodbye to your abs, slimy cheater boy, cuz six packs cannot survive under the shadow of man boobs. It's a scientific fact.
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My personal opinion ... If young niecelet can pack such a wallop with words, she need not continue with the gut punches. If the man-boobed psycho decides to hit back she could be in trouble. Words are definitely the way to go.
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