Watch it, sucka.

I really hate fucking cunts who want to come along and tell me how much better they'd do things if they were in my position.

How they'd hire this attorney, or that private investigator.
How they'd just get an order of protection.
How they'd just get a gun.
How they'd just change their name.
How they'd just move.
How they'd just contact a domestic violence organization.
How they'd just tell someone in the media.
How they'd just demand witness protection.
How they'd just...

Like I didn't think of that already. Like I've not researched that already. Like I've not done that already. Like if I had the money I'd have not done that already. Like I've not done everything I could possibly do to keep myself safe. I'm not this guy:

So, fuck you, cunt. Stop acting like you know everything. Stop talking to me like I'm some lackadaisical asshole who never lifted a finger to preserve my own life.

And stop telling me how YOU'D do things if you were me. You're not. You've never had to live like this. You've never had to be hyper-aware of every little detail of your life, and because of that fact, you cannot fathom how to even begin living this way, or the mental toll it takes. You get the luxury of toddling through life like Tooter Turtle, tucking your head in at the bad stuff. If you had to live like this, you'd probably shoot yourself in the face.

Your lame advice comes off as condescending and patronizing. It pisses me off that you assume I'm a dumb, lazy twat that needs your limp-dicked, bad advice that would probably result in my being dead. Especially when the reality is, I've been outsmarting a fucking sociopath for more than a decade.

STFU already. You're not helping me, and you're not making yourself look all that great, either.