Well, I can't say it was a shock running into you at the gas station yesterday. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm not afraid of you anymore you know. It seems like I'm taller than you are. Perhaps because I am proud of myself and ashamed of you.
Do you know, I had been warned that you were coming in behind me? I know that there was no real reason for you to be at the station. You weren't getting gas, you weren't at a pump. Did you just happen to see my vehicle and decide that you were going to confront me? I'm not the same person I was.. and I don't confront easy anymore. I am a lot tougher than I used to be. And You Do Not Intimidate Me Anymore.
I would tell you to pick on someone your own size, but I think that you are too old and too tired to fight anymore. I think that if you weren't too prideful, you would want this all to end. It's a shame that it's too late.
You may not be fueling the fire, but you certainly lit the fuse.
Thursday
September 8th, 2011
Dear Former Family,
I think that this is how I should refer to you from now on. You aren't my family, not really, and so.. I don't know what else to call you.
Several things that I found out this month were so very disturbing. It bothers me tremendously when you ask my children how I am feeling. I am fine. If you want information about me, as ME. Don't ask my children. Why would you get them in the middle of such a thing?
I'm also bothered by the fact that S got into a car accident, with my babies in the car, and there was significant damage to the car, and the police were not notified. And frankly, he is still DRINKING at your house! How you could allow such a man to drink at your home.. after you made such a great big giant stink about me being a drug addict because I take Tylenol?
Really.. you should all feel such shame and regret. I feel shame and regret just because I was once ONE of you.
When people say that I am your daughter, sister, niece or whatever, I beg them to please not equare me with you, because I am not you, I am nothing like you. I am better then you.
I think that this is how I should refer to you from now on. You aren't my family, not really, and so.. I don't know what else to call you.
Several things that I found out this month were so very disturbing. It bothers me tremendously when you ask my children how I am feeling. I am fine. If you want information about me, as ME. Don't ask my children. Why would you get them in the middle of such a thing?
I'm also bothered by the fact that S got into a car accident, with my babies in the car, and there was significant damage to the car, and the police were not notified. And frankly, he is still DRINKING at your house! How you could allow such a man to drink at your home.. after you made such a great big giant stink about me being a drug addict because I take Tylenol?
Really.. you should all feel such shame and regret. I feel shame and regret just because I was once ONE of you.
When people say that I am your daughter, sister, niece or whatever, I beg them to please not equare me with you, because I am not you, I am nothing like you. I am better then you.
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