Don’t you dare

Don’t you dare talk shit about him. You don’t know what he’s been through or where he’s been. And everything you’ve had to say was said for no other purpose than to discourage me from talking to him. He would help anyone with anything in a heartbeat. You judge everyone so harshly for no reason. You look down on everyone. You’re not perfect. Not even close. So smoosh. You’re an unhappy man who wallows in his own messes and acts like everything is everyone else’s problem. News flash, you’re your own problem, not them, not her, not him. I’ll ignore everything you have to say about anyone else. But don’t you dare say a word about him.