Dear Ms. Xxxx,
I’m assuming that’s your real name but since you told me such an incredible fabrication of lies and, at best, half truths I now sincerely doubt it. Perhaps you don’t even remember your name it’s so well buried into the maze of your deceit.
For someone who claims to be educated you have the strangest desire to prove the opposite. You said at the outset “no games and no bull” yet the more I find out about you those are the only things you’re capable of. You mentioned that one of your relatives is a psychiatrist – does he know he has several case studies under his nose?
It’s so plain now that you just wanted a man and, despite your initial protestations otherwise, you didn’t care which one. I now know it was just bad luck on my behalf that I was in your sightline when you needed another soul to keep your contract with the devil intact. I am so totally ****** off with you and your deplorable antics. I go out of my way not to hate anyone but you are really pushing it close. I know you’re messed up and gee whiz do you feel the need to prove it. (Now I come to think about it, did you really have a nervous break down last April or were you chasing after some sympathy from A.N. Other who had yet to hear your pathetic excuses for being such an invertebrate and who could massage your massively over inflated and wholly misplaced ego?).
You’re 35 going on 13 and I’m not sure if that’s years or months. You really ought to grow up and get a grip then perhaps you can stop being such a brat. I can’t tell you how much I really loathe you right now. Maybe loath is too strong a word. The more thought I give this (far far more than you deserve) the more hilarious and contemptible I find you.
I told you intimate personal details in good faith and I just know that all your little kiddy pals will be fully appraised of all the ‘good stuff’ by now. You are such a truly two faced, sanctimonious, pious, lying, pathetic, miserable, hypocritical, reprehensible, duplicitous and contemptible *****, Xxxxxxx. I despise using the word ***** but I’m having no problems with my conscience laying that one squarely at your feet. ******s the world over can only worship at the alter of your professionalism in that aspect. I comfort myself no end in the knowledge that as you feel the need to impress the children you so wish to befriend with the details of my private life, the adults who I can call friends will immediately see you for what you are.
You have no compunction about gushing forth the most outrageous of lies. Indeed you seem to revel in it. You say one thing, hear another then change the facts as you like at a later date to suit your ever changing mood. Examples aplenty spring to mind but you know what I’m talking about. I genuinely pity you because when your paper castle of lies and deceit that you have built around you collapses in the most vainglorious manner (we both know it’s when and not if) no one will care. The only sound after the last rumble subsides will be everyone who has ever known you laughing uproariously.
You are a stepping stone. A doormat. A hopeless helpless soulless husk with no hope of remorse or reprieve. I resent the energy and time I’ve wasted on you and your little girl games.
Was I supposed to get jealous that you ‘got off’ with a little boy (13 years your junior) at the social do on Sunday? (It’s just occurred to me that means you were starting your 6th year at high school as he started Primary One – oh you couldn’t make this up. Thank you thank you thank you.) Not going to work with me I'm afraid. Revulsion and laughter at your wholly pathetic antics are the only response it elicited here. Oh yes. It also made me shower for 30 minutes when I realized what a tramp you are at the core and how unclean I felt when recalling some of what we did. I must emphasise the laughter part. I nearly spat out my wine when I heard that despite your best efforts he went home with another woman.
You plainly have no sense of self worth. I agree in full. You are entirely without worth. Why do you feel the need to mix in that social group? A refusal to grow up or have you actually come to terms with your inescapable immaturity?
I doubt you ever will but if you do work out what it takes to be an actual person instead of the two dimensional facsimile you revel in now, don’t come running. There’ll be nobody willing to listen because you will have alienated everyone who’s ever had the misfortune to meet you. The inclination will be to immediately turn their backs on you the same way you choose to turn your back on reality.
I wish you no harm or malice. Just the miserable life of solitude that you deserve rotting in the fetid quagmire that is your wholly repugnant existence. I promise you you’ll be long remembered within my circle of friends. We will be laughing at you and your entirely risible antics for years to come.
You are without peer the most contemptible person I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet and truly the most loathsome excuse for a human being that’s ever crossed my path.
Consider this a thank you letter. Thank you for showing me what an appalling human being you are. Thank you for showing me what good friends I have and how astute their immediate summation of you was – even before meeting you. While I contemplate sleep tonight, I can’t help but wonder what tortured, fitful nightmare images drift alone through your empty head.
I would love to finish this on an upbeat note, find some hope, something positive I could say to you in the belief that it would or could make a difference. You’re not worth it however. You are eternally adrift in an ocean of inescapable pain that has no port called redemption.
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