Emailing me to ask for help two years after spitting, “Lose my number!” into the phone before hanging up on me is so much bullshit, I can smell you in Maine on the west wind here in Seattle.
It’s beyond belief you want help finding something. Are you fucking kidding me? That’s a Search 101 seminar at the retirement home, not a, “I know, I’ll email and ask an ex-friend and -lover I dumped.”
Discovering you’ve been cyber-stalking me for who knows how long puts the digested cherry pit on top of the shit sundae I was dealing with back then. You do recall my mom had died a couple of months before, right?
Don’t contact or stalk me again.