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Definition of Ass Munch and Criminal Cyber-Harassment

Today I am thankful for definitions.


A friend of mine defined "ass munch" for me yesterday.  It was a term he used to describe Steve's behavior.  I asked for clarification. 


Well....


Apparently, an ass munch is a hyper-critical person who rides another person's ass with constant complaints in an attempt to eat away at his or her self-esteem. 


Al righty then....


Steve is an ass munch in relation to me. 


*****


I spoke to a lawyer about my fears pertaining to cyber-harassment.  Apparently, a new law went into effect last July making cyber-harassment and threats via email and Facebook illegal. 

It is slimy to threaten to stalk and harass me knowing what Shannon and my ex's family are putting me through.  I have to open two cases.  I have to have two boxes for the drives.  One will be for my ex's family.  The other will be for Steve. 


Me? 


I don't like filing legal charges against people.

I have better methods of stopping harassers.   


I just haven't decided what to conjure.  I'm thinking of a malevolent Djinn.  


What would I wish for if I could have three wishes? 

Hmmmmm......what would be kind things to wish for?
 
 

  • I wish the truth of his soul would be evident on his face: It would be nice if he lost the ability to con people.  What would happen if people could see him for what he truly is?  What if people could see what he is truly up to doing?  The games wouldn't hurt as much because they wouldn't be surprising.  His behavior would change in a heartbeat!
  • If he is having sex with minors or raping women, I wish he were impotent. 
  • I wish he loses the ability to harass others due to bodily injury; when he abuses people with written or typed word, I wish him a set of broken wrists, when he abuses them with his tongue, I wish him to go mute.
 
The best revenge against someone who gets his jollies by abusing other people is to bind him from harming others.  The second best revenge is to find a kinder love and have a nice life. 
 
I'm looking for the man that I mistook Steve for being.  I'm trying to go back to see who else I met the day I met Steve.  I met a lot of people back then because I had just announced a new campaign. 
 
Maybe Isis meant me to be with someone else. 
 
 


Love ya,

S. 





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