So the bitch that is my ex coworker wants to go to police if I ever talk to him again because my friend accidentally sent him a message and I then sent him another message apologising for that. Which was the first message I sent him in almost a year. Tells my friends I "message him all the time" and "hit on him".
Bitch, I don't hit on you, I have a boyfriend. I avoid you like the plague.
Bitch, even back when I did have a crush on you, when you were so nice and charming, I never hit on you because I don't do religious people or people whose age wasn't on the clock when I had my first period.
Bitch, since your disgusting message on February the 25th 2015, when I only asked you for help, I have not messaged you again except to explain my friend's silly, harmless mistake that doesn't qualify as harassment by a long shot.
Bitch, until you blocked me, I never even contacted you on Facebook. You just declared me your enemy in mid-December 2014, and I'm as confused today as I was then as to why.
Bitch, if you go to the police because of 1 message and 1 attempt to get you to tell me WTF I ever did to you in the first place, let me prepare some popcorn for when I banter with them about how you, for no reason known to anyone but yourself, started to scream at me, slammed doors and drawers at me, got hysterical at the mention of my name, almost fucking hit me, nearly started to cry when I said I knew you hate me, had a customer yell at you for how you behaved towards me, and all that for over a year and 2 weeks after you were still happily seeking me out to chat. As if I killed your puppy or something; whatever I did to you, it takes you longer to get over than it took me to get over my ex who looked like fucking Yehuda Levi.
If there is a tampon designed to fit in dick holes, I suggest you do something about that man period of yours. I tried to be friendly even when you didn't. I avoided you and was polite when I couldn't. I tried once to get you to tell me what was wrong. There was only one instance I was ever not nice, patient, and demure with you, and that was on my last shift when you screamed all over the place that I tried to stab you when I gently pushed you aside and against a drawer with a box cutter inside because you saw I needed to pass and didn't let me, because you're a fucking bully who nearly made another girl quit after a year of abuse.
Go ahead, make your case, bitch.