I have proof that someone other than me has viewed this blog. I can't say for sure that it's the ex-friend I've been writing about, but I suspect it's either her or one of her last remaining friends. Knowing this gives me inspiration to keep writing here, in hopes of goading enough to elicit an angry response. I think it unlikely that ex-friend could have read this without responding; she is a hothead and if she's managed to restrain herself, it has to be a major feat of self-control.
I like to think of how she reacted when she read that I took the djembe and velvet bag to the auction; no doubt she would have preferred to have them back because she thought they were special gifts. But they were gifts and mine to do with as I pleased. Hell, even if they weren't gifts I'd have had no compunction about getting rid of them. It just makes me giggle to think of her head near to exploding in fury.
The possibility that she's reading this makes me think I should keep writing shit about her just to drive her crazy. I wouldn't bother, and I'd never have started had she not provoked me by her chickenshit attempts to see and/or talk to me. You want contact? Read this, bitch. Read it and see what a joke I think you are, what a waste of a witch. Your fear of facing your darkness keeps you from having true power. Your adherence to the rede and threefold law are every bit as constraining as the Mormonism that you left behind. Your personal demons have nothing to do with your past abuse. They have everything to do with you coming to grips with it, getting past it, and finding your true strength. But your fear will never allow you to be who and what you could be. I should feel sorry for you, but all I feel is contempt. You know what you need to do, and you refuse to do it. This is far worse than one who doesn't know the way to true integrity and honor. You know the way, and you choose not to pursue it. It's made you what you are: a liar, thief, weenie witch. You deserve to question yourself and have no self-respect.
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