Dear Kelly,
You have to know how much I loved you. How much I love you. You have to know how much it KILLED me to know where we are now. It's been so difficult trying to let you go. You meant so much to me. You meant so much to me. I had to say it twice because my thought process ended. When I think about you, my mind has to pause in order get a hold of itself. I'm flooded with emotions and I'm overwhelmed. I need a moment to regain my conciousness.
I've been trying to come to terms with the situation. The situation. That's rich. This isn't a situation. This is you completely cutting me out of your life and then you blaming me for it. Every once in a blue moon, I feel the urge to contact you but am stopped by my smarter angels. I'm beginning to let go. I'm beginning to put you behind me. I'm beginning to realize that putting you up on the pedestal was a mistake on my part. Since I was a little kid, giving someone my heart was always a dangerous proposition because when I become attached to someone, I have difficulty letting go. I never in a thousand years could've predicted that my heart would ache for someone that I wasn't romantically involved with. I never in a thousand years could've predicted that someone I've never slept with could cut me so deep. But it's true. Your pain lingers more than most. More than just about everyone. I keep having to remind myself that it's not my fault. None of this is my fault but I keep blaming myself.
I went over the conversation that I found between you and Joe. I wandered upon it a little more than a year ago and it infuriates me. On both ends. How the both of you could claim to care about me (and everyone else for that matter!) and then have the audacity to say those things. You know, I talk shit behind people's back too, but these things the two of you said, I don't know how it's possible to say such hateful things and then look at those same people in the eye.
I don't even want to talk about the ridiculousness you said about me, I want to talk about Chrissy. How the fuck can you say those things that you did? I mean, talk about armchair quarterbacking. The way you wrote those things to Joe, the way it seemed as though you reveled in their troubles. That their struggle somehow made your life better, it was appauling. It makes me angry that I cared for you as much as I do. As much as I do. You weren't even around. You were there for nothing. You couldn't find the fucking time to get off your island when your people needed you and you have the fucking nuts to try question someone else's character? You think Tom and Chrissy are somehow bad parents? You somehow doubt Cassie’s diagnosis because why? Your years of medical experience? Or was it the fucking ten minutes you spent with her collectively over her lifetime? Do you even know the lengths they've gone to in order to make Cassie’s life better? Do you know how far Chrissy has moved the Earth for her daughter? And you impugn her character because what? You don't like the fact that she's not as thin as you? Well guess what you fucking cunt, Chrissy's not the one that's alone, is she? Chrissy's not the one that cut herself out of everyone's life. Chrissy's not the one sitting in her ivory tower. Chrissy is the trenches and Chrissy is making a difference. So until you can accomplish a tenth of what she's accomplished, keep your fucking opinion to yourself. You don't know us well enough to have the privilege of speaking about us.
And now I guess I'll get to what you said of me. You think that I made misery a competition? Really? REALLY?! Who in the fucking world do you think you are? What exactly did I do to minimize anything that you were going through? You fucking abandoned me. A long fucking time ago. Once you got to your island you decided that the rest of us were on our fucking own and you were only concerned with yourself and your own little fucking island. Well guess what you fucking bitch of a cunt, that island is all you fucking have left. How in the Holy hell? I can't even. I don't even know how you could possibly come to the conclusion that I was trying to do anything of the fucking sort. I was being selfish because I wanted, no BEGGED, you to come visit me in Jersey? Is that so fucking selfish to want to be around you but not have to travel all the way to the city every time. I sat there at dinner and listened to you. I sat there and I remained as neutral in your fucking crumbling marriage as possible. I ate shit and forgave you for the fucking fact that YOU FUCKING ABANDONED ME because I just happened to fall in love with someone? I don't fucking understand. That's my biggest regret. I just want to know exactly what your explanation is to have made the assertion that I somehow dismissed your problems for any fucking reason whatseoever. Wait. That's a complete lie. My biggest regret is how much I loved you. My biggest regret is how much I still love you. I hate the part of me that can't let go of you. I keep reminding myself what a selfish cuntbucket you are and I still can't seem to get rid of you.
I hate you. I want to hate you so bad. I hope I never hear your name again. I hope I never ever have to see you again. You're nothing short of pitiful. You think that you're better than everyone else? Because the rest of us have problems and you somehow think that you don't? Well guess what? You've got your fucking island all to yourself. Good luck finding shelter when the hurricane hits.
You're a terrible monster and I hate that I gave such a huge part of my heart to you. I hate that I considered you a part of my family. I wish I'd never met you.
Take care,
Paulash