Dear Blog Stalker,
You seem to think that you know both me and my life story. You seem to think I am telling it ‘selectively’. You call yourself a ‘friend‘ who was there and saw what really went on. You accuse me of twisting these stories to make myself look like the victim. (Yes, those were your exact words). This is me telling you that this is my story, not yours. You seem to be the one who is confused. You are not the one who has lived my life, I have. I think it is not only sad, but pathetic that you need to hide behind an email/screen name and bash me. If you have something to say to me about MY story or have your own opinion on the way things evolved to where they are today, please…..PLEASE…..enlighten me, because I would LOVE to hear how you know so much about how I’ve lived my life! You seem to have the balls to send me emails telling me that I have a selective memory or that things did not happen the way I say they did yet, you don’t have the balls to reveal who you really are. I will tell you who you are. You are a sad, pathetic and lonely little person who still lives in the past. From your comments, I assume that something about my story has created a jealousy that apparently only you can understand. You are the type of person who tries to bring others down, down to the level at which you live your life. I am sorry if something I have written is not the way you heard the story told. I’m sorry that your source is anything but reliable. Lastly, I am sorry that you see my story as being told selectively but guess what….it’s my story to tell….not yours!
Thanks for taking the time, energy and effort to stalk me.