I couldn't help you at the time with Ross breathing down everyone's necks and you know it. But what I could do - which I did - was go there to tell you I made a mistake, I was wrong, and that I needed to go help him. Thanks for helping.
Now we've got the manipulative little shit here that finalized the divorce. Fun times.
So I'm sorry, but is this hatchet not buried? I wanna know before I finish wrangling stuff and sending group texts about our unwelcome houseguest, Baron Overkill.