Internet Therapy

When I had my little involuntary blog hiatus last year, a friend sent me her password and told me to have at it on her blog. She understood that sometimes you just need a place to say something, and sometimes, for a variety of reasons, it can't be your own place.

Today I'm paying it forward and letting a friend use this place to say something that she can't say on her own blog.

This woman is awesome and she's going through a pretty serious trial right now. A possibly life altering kind of trial. So, lend her your ears and maybe even some support. She deserves it.

First, a couple of things you should know:

1. There will be cursing. Not the fake swearing you occasionally see around here, but good old fashioned, make you blush swearing.

2. I'm not going to tell you who it is or what the problem is. She needs to remain anonymous for several reasons, the likely possibility of a lawsuit in her future being among the biggest. Some of you know her and may know enough about her situation to figure out who it is. If that's the case, please don't put your guesses in the comments. They will be deleted.

O.K., so here we go.

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Dear _____________ (you know who you are),
How does it feel? Being the world's biggest... Hmmm. You know, I can't think of a word strong enough for what you are. Jerk, bully, asshole, scrotum-face. None of these is a good enough fit for what an absolutely despicable person you are. Did they give you a trophy? Did the other members of the Dickhead Club honor you for being their best and brightest? Are you proud of what you've done? Are you pleased as punch for threatening and bullying another human being to get your way? Is it what you've always dreamed of? Do your kids look up at you with pride?
Knowing you, you probably are happy. You do get awfully excited when someone caves to your will. It's the ultimate thrill. Who cares if you're wrong. Who cares that your behavior is unethical. Who cares who you harm along the way. As long as you win, right?
Maybe you will win this fight. You fight dirty enough. Threatening a lawsuit. Threatening to destroy my credibility, my finances, my family. Threatening to get me thrown in jail. That kind of thing is par for the course with you isn't it? How many people have you sued anyway? Dozens? Hundreds? It's probably just a blur to you now isn't it? After all, who can remember every face of the people you've destroyed?
The sad part is, I knew how you were before. I fooled myself into believing you wouldn't turn on me, that I could control your crazy tendencies. I'm such an idiot for ever trusting you. So maybe I am getting what I deserve. But when do you get what you deserve? Oh, I know when. I know where too. Which is why I'm going to end this letter with:

Burn in Hell you miserable shit.


That's all I'm going to say about that.

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I don't know about the rest of you, but I find this letter kind of therapeutic for me. The details may be different, but I have felt this way before.

I bet a lot of you have.

I'd bet a lot of money that by the time you'd finished reading, many of you were thinking of someone who had hurt you that you wish you'd said something like this to.

So, X, thank you for the blog therapy. I hope it helped you. I know it helped me.

By the way, scrotum-face is my new favorite insult.