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Scene opens: A woman is sitting on a bed with a laptop on the end with a single friend sitting with her. The friend is clearly upset and teary eyed.

Now there, there... He wasn't that bad. I swear. I'll tell you one that will make that boy look like a saint. Like all things, he didn't start out bad, but isn't that how all exes are? You had to have dated them in the first place for some reason right?

My ex? Well, he was kind and caring. He helped me get over my previous break up. Which, that was also a bad one. I swear I have a track record for horrid exes, but anyway... I had met him via my best friend. She swore up and down he was a sweet heart, and no harm would come to me with him. I believed her. I did. She believed it. Said he had a great work ethic when he put his mind to it. So, we started talking. He was adorable at first. Shy, innocent, and he could make me laugh. He wasn't horrible looking either. I'm a sucker for a man with a tan.

I met him the weekend of my 18th birthday. I had to bus him all the way from Virginia, because well, (small pause) that's where he was. That weekend was amazing. I hadn't had that much fun in a long time. He wasn't too bad in bed either. It's the only thing I'll ever give that asshole. I was sad when he had to go back. I didn't know the next time I'd see him not over the computer, but I sucked it up and kept on living. A week later I saw him again... for a long, long time.

The woman that he'd been living with decided that he needed out. Immediately. One of her friend's claimed that there was a weird diaper rash on her kid after he baby sat for her, and she freaked out thinking he molested it. First off, who in their right mind automatically thinks molestation unless there is a track record of some type, or they just think the worst of that person for some other reason. Why she thought that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he ended up getting kicked out. My family was nice enough to take him on the condition he got a job and paid rent. He was moved into my house the next Saturday.

Now, you might think why am I telling you all this instead of just getting to the point? It makes what he did even worse knowing what led up to it. Anyway, the next few months he searched for a job, and because he was searching, my parents didn't care too much he wasn't paying. They figured he'd pay them back once he did get the cash. He never found a job. Now, after 3 months of searching, you'd be a bit depressed too, but you wouldn't just seem to give up on anything would you? Yea well, he did until he started playing World of Warcraft.

I didn't care he played games. It kept him busy while I was at school, and he was able to talk to people other than me and my family. What I didn't like is that I was slowly becoming more and more ignored. Why? He met someone he liked just as much as me if not more.

The kid's name was... Well.. the name doesn't matter. What mattered is that he was a kid. He was a 15 at the time year old kid. I knew about the kid for a while, but fuck face said that he was just taking him under his wing and helping him through life things. I was naïve enough to believe him until the kid messaged me one day out of the blue and told me that he was in love with my boyfriend... and that the boyfriend loved him back... AND that they wanted a polygamist relationship. I wasn't having it. I had put up with enough of the lazy bastard's bull shit that I wouldn't even let him try to talk his way out of it. He was moved out the next Saturday... Just in time for my dad's birthday. He said it was the best gift he ever got. Now, while that doesn't seem all too bad, there's more.

I had kept contact with him for a while, because he left more than half his things at my house. He swore up and down he'd get me the money he owed me and my family as well as extra to pay for shipping for his things. Still haven't seen a penny from him.. just sayin'... Tiny kicker now though, the first girl he fucked after I shipped him off home to his parents gets knocked up. They got married.. I think. There was some ceremony thing, but I doubt it was a legal marriage. I congratulated them to be polite... Still trying to get my money remember... There came a point however that he stopped responding to my messages... Completely. He wasn't even on Facebook anymore. I was actually quite concerned that something bad happened to him. Well, something bad did happen, but oh did he deserve it.

You know that "To Catch A Predator" show? Well, he wasn't on it, but I wish he was. It had turned out that he had put an ad out on Craig's List for people that looked under aged to engage in sexual acts with. Now, how he worded it was correct, but he didn't care about actual age. That fucker was a pedophile. I should have guessed. I really should have. He wasn't attracted to me as much after my birthday as he was before it. Little rat bastard.

There was a newspaper article on him saying what he did, how he did it, and the other few involved with him. I was instantly sick. I thought about that poor child he had once lived with. I thought about my best friend's nephew he baby sat. I thought about his own daughter... I sent him an email through the prison he's locked up in telling him that the stuff he left made a nice dent in the debt he owed us, and that I hoped he learned a lesson. He got it, and a few days later, I got a call.

The fucker had the audacity to ask me to keep whatever I had left of his things and save them to send to him when he got out... Can you believe that? I laughed in his ear. I knew the call was being recorded. I didn't care. I flat out told him that he was hilarious to think he'd see anything from me and that I hoped the biggest man in that prison made him his play thing. Oh the vengefulness I felt at that moment hasn't been matched since. The call got cut off half way through me cursing him with a flourish of more expletives, but what I did say must have stuck with him. I haven't heard from him since, and he's still in that cell block cage. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Do you feel a bit better now? I mean. I know you don't feel better about the situation, but you know there's a lot worse out there. My ex is a scum of the earth. He deserves every bit of hate I can throw at him. You can even hate him for what he did. I don't care. There's just one thing I can really tell you though. Exes are exes for reasons. You might not be able to find them, but they're there. Exes are exes for reasons.

Curtain