I confess I "hack" into my ex's facebook.
I don't contact him and have no desire to. I suppose it just gives me a sense of relief knowing all those years he spent telling me I was imagining things when I accused him of cheating were years I spent being right.
Currently, he is telling five different girls that he loves them, that communion with them is blissfully sinful and tasting crimson darkness with them is transcendent or some bullshit. They have no fucking clue.
I know it's wrong and completely, absolutely, totally immature. I know. I don't need a lecture. There really is a part of me that kind of feels badly.
But mostly not.
