Do you know what I do to people who come to me with screenshots or news or recordings or rumours of what my ex-wives or girlfriends, or even present and/or former business associates or friends, are saying or doing, what they are making and who they are making out with, with the hope to spark some sort of reaction and then enjoy the resultant gossip?
I block their nasty ass. Yep.
Behen, apne lane mein rehenaka, samjhe na? Apni bhadwegiri kahin aur le jao.
And yes, if you are my ex-or-current-anything, and if someone brings you shit about me, I suggest you do the same. Because, trust me, they aren’t doing it because they ‘care about you, babe’, but because they want to enjoy spicy gossip. At your cost. They aren’t your friends. They don’t love you. Nor, to be frank, do I if you are an ex. But at least I am open about it. Like I am open about everything. Khullam-khulla. My DMs are open, my posts are public, my opinions are known, and my life is an open book. If I am with you right now, I am with you publicly. If I am not, I am not. That too, openly. No mystery. No backstabbing. No innuendo. No bullshit. Fark hai.
