What Goes Around, Comes Around...

Okay, so when my ex was deciding to get some balls and end our relationship (for which I am eternally grateful), his confidant was his RCMP buddy Pete. The same Pete who the night before our wedding threw a glass at my neighbours house in a drunked rage, and the same Pete who the cab wouldn't pick up at our house because he was too drunk. For some reason, even though he was an idiot, my ex turned to Pete for advice on what to do about our relationship. Pete obviously told him to leave, since my ex has no mind of his own. I have never been fond of Pete... but what goes around, comes around.

ETA - Jen just reminded me that Pete also broke my ex's cell phone that night as well - what a loser...