This is your no-longer-socially-appropriate-so,-2002,-Kate-Hudson-rom-com set-up, OP.
First of all, you find the text. Then you talk it over with your girlfriends (that’s us, I guess) and someone (me, I think) cuts through all the “omg, what a pig!” talk with a cunning plan. Make him fall head of heels in love with you, as the best girlfriend in the world. And then destroy him.
Cut to montages of you watching American football and enjoying / understanding it, dressing in tiny plastic skirts, cleaning his apartment, impressing his friends, schmoozing his parents and, above all, being totally supportive of his shift patterns.
Now it’s time to destroy him. And probably write a column about it. It doesn’t matter if you don’t work for a newspaper, OP. You can just start a blog.
There’s going to be a big event. Perhaps his kitchen are catering it. And after it goes off, he’s going to get super-promoted and be a millionaire. But the new job is inexplicably linked to the need to not be a woman-hating cunt. Perhaps because it’s being hosted by Beyoncé or Michelle Obama something. We’ll see if we can get Beyoncé or MO to do a cameo. Failing that, Lizzo is almost certainly free.
There’s a projector screen at the front of the room and… uh-oh, it’s going to show his horrible texts.
But, throughout all of this, you’ve fallen in love with his brother, Brad. For some reason. And he will be really upset if you actually destroy his brother. Because… isn’t Brad’s love enough? Why are you wasting your time doing this?
You change your mind about shaming him. But uh-oh. It’s JustEastTheOne… she’s like a runaway mine train with her dastardly plan. And she’s only got your best interests at heart. Besides, all men suck. So, she presses the button and…
The room goes super quiet. Then Beyoncé / Michelle Obama / Lizzo says something really cutting and the “That Bitch” guy gets fired.
Bitter sweet though. Because Brad has left. You chase him down. It’s raining.
Sorry, I’m having a slow day at work. Just dump the prick.