A Open Letter To C

Dear C;

What you did was rude and wrong. What you tried to do and failed was manipulate me into your world of pain and domination which I want no part of and I told you so, nicely and then unequivocally. Oh, perhaps you weren’t concious of it? Somehow, it’s my fault that constructed, within your own mind, the premise, the charge, the case and you alone, as judge and jury?

I looked at the facts and they are disappointing. Firing shots at me and then running away? I’m not a toy, but a human being with people who love me, okay, maybe one person, but that’s not the point. You sought to injure me and, had I allowed it, you might have.

I took the time and made the effort to expose myself to you, my inner circumstances and the reality of life for me. But you simply turned off your input and so, I let you stew. Little did I know you would turn into a stalker, like you claimed Rich was. Now, I wonder if it wasn’t you who did the stalking.