Now after we realized those three letters are real and it’s no game all we can do is cry. We sit in the car and as the news resonates in our mind we sit back and think of a hundred ways to tell him but can’t seem to stop crying . After hours of regret we think about revenge. His pride and joy is he car ,so the first thing we do is think of ways to get the heart up to flat his tires. After we do it that’s still not enough, the next week he’s not answering the phone and his Instagram is poppin we noticing different bitches. We feel played so we key his car and bust the windows out , we start to feel good and then finally we block him from all social media and phone communication. We feel good now, that dick made you do the unexplainable.