Broken Doll

… that resolving conflicts like a “responsible, caring adult” generally entails speaking to the person you take issue with directly, not sneaking around behind her back in an attempt to manipulate and sabotage her other friendships. Even moreso that you’d do it while I was just out of earshot on the other side of the room. You had absolutely no right to discuss this or even mention it with anyone other than me. Nevermind consideration for me — it is inexcuseably cruel to drag David into your petty powerplay.

My blog is a hell of a lot of work to find even if you’re looking for it specifically. No place links to it. I have never told anyone other than my counselor that it even exists. Even a vanity search on your name didn’t bring it up anywhere on the first five pages. Why exactly are you spending all this time and effort on someone who ostensibly doesn’t matter to you? Whom you’ve had no interaction with for over a year? I didn’t step into your life with that rant. You charged into mine. See above.

I didn’t “out” you. No one on the outside, even if they found it, is going to have any idea what the acronyms mean. I left them undefined and unlinked. I have also never said a damn thing about you that wasn’t absolutely true, which is way more than I can say about you.

Funny how you’re absolutely horrified about a few cryptic references in a blog that no one reads — until you threw a hissy fit and told everyone where to find it (great way to keep a secret, that…). Yet you are so completely unconcerned about the lies you wrote on your own blog — which you encourage a score of mutual acquaintences to read regularly — that you could never arse yourself to do so much as apologize.

February 11, 2004: there’s not a word in there that’s true. You were so completely unconcerned with the truth that you couldn’t even be bothered to get the dates and times right. And then for good measure, you belittle David too. And yet I never took anyone aside or mentioned it to anyone other than you, because I thought that was the mature thing to do. Silly me.

And back to the first paragraph: Keep your dirty paws the fuck off my life. Sabotaging my life once wasn’t good enough for you? So you have to barge in, uninvited, and do it again? You can sit pretty with that “manipulative cunt” moniker — you keep earning it for yourself, over and over, with your shitty, self-centered, childish behaviour. My life and my other relationships are none of your business and have absolutely nothing to do with you. The universe doesn’t revolve around you, sweetheart — it’s about damn time you get used to that.