June 13, 2008 - 07:08
Dear Stalker;
Yeah, you. That IS what you are. A stalker. You are fanatically obsessed with something that is so completely out of your reach. Something that you never actually had in the first place, except in your imagination. You probably even have yourself convinced that none of it was your fault.
Grow up & Move on, Bitch. And if you really can't let it go, then at least have the guts to do the dirty work yourself. Stop using people around you (dare I call them friends? Do you even know what friends are?) and stop using my friends as well.
Nobody is leaving me.
And I'm Not leaving HIM.
My patience is at it's limit. If you are going to continue with your charades and goading your friends into trespassing, breaking and entering, and making obvious, and absurd lies that contradict themselves to the point that nobody could possibly believe the bullshit they spout, then at least try a different story. And feel free to attempt to show some actual proof.
He hasn't gone out of town to work in years, you stupid skank. So trying to get me to believe that he's "come home" to somebody else and stayed with them for a weekend, or any other amount of time, is such obvious crap. He doesn't have the time, the energy, or the need to seek out other women. He wants me. Just me. And that's what is completely stuck in your craw, isn't it? He wants Me. Always has. Always will. Me. Not you. Never you. Not for any reason.
You have gone too far this time. There will be no more games. No more stories. No more visits to my house. Is that clear? Because my patience with you has ended and I will not allow this to escalate any further. Next time, I'm pressing charges. And HE will be standing behind ME through it all.
Do the world a favour ... if you can't pick a side and get on with your life, then F**k off and die already. You're just a cancer that kills everything around it. I don't know why somebody hasn't removed you already.
Have a nice day.
Sincerely;
The Better Woman
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ATTENTION Those of You Who Think You Can Be Friends With US Both!
You can't. Many have tried. All have failed. They were used and forced to choose. In her mind, what's hers is hers. Friends, Lovers ... all are like property. Something to collect and show off so that she can prove to the world how wonderful she is. Something to be discarded when no longer useful. It's sad, but don't show her pity either. She cultivates it.
If you insist on being her friend, or even a friend of one of her friends (which is the same thing because they become extensions of her), then you cannot be my friend. Please inform me of your choice so that I can mourn you for a short time, and then get on with my life.
If you honestly wish to destroy yourself by trying to be both our friends, then I can only offer you this guideline -
1)Don't mention me, or him, or anything about us to her.
2)I don't want to hear anything about her. Neither does he.
3)Do not allow any bad-mouthing, mudslinging, or maligning of character to be said. If that's not possible, then refuse to agree with her, or her friends, and try to change the subject. (Good luck.)
If any of these rules are broken, or even bent, then, as far as I'm concerned, you have chosen a side. Please inform me of this choice a.s.a.p. so that we may act on it accordingly.
Thank you.
