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Dear Feminist b***h

Your "harmless act" of reporting my husband for sexual assault all those years ago just because he kept trying to talk to you wasn't harmless.

No, he didn't get thrown out of college.

Yes, the charges got dismissed.

Yes, YOU were the one who was threatened with dismissal if any more false charges were made.

That one act still completely changed his personality. And the entire trajectory of my life.

I'm glad you have MS now. You know why we're still friends?? Because I will enjoy watching a degenerative autoimmune disease slowly rob you of your functionality and leave you broken, dependent, and ultimately insane, but still aware of everything that's happening to you, while you die oh so slowly.

Karma's a b***h, ya f****n' Dianic Wiccan cunt-muffin.

PS-- I really, for the life of me, don't know why I'm posting this anonymously on an autism forum instead of getting on FB Messenger and giving you the kicking you so richly deserve. He keeps saying something about "forgive and forget."

I guess that's because his consequences are over. Mine go on and on and on. I'm so glad yours do, too.

so why is it every time i ask you to hang out, you blow me off? in fact you're so comfortable blowing me off now, you don't even make excuses for when you do. why do we even talk to each other? all we ever have to say is hi how are you. we have absolutely nothing interesting to say to each other. with all due respect, if you don't want to hang out, and if small talk is all you offer my life, i'd like you to stop texting me. i'm not holding out hope you'll be the friend you once were or thought you were, i'm not on the bench waiting for you to appreciate me while you spend your time on your real friends. you're either my friend or you aren't, and your actions scream that you aren't.

Dear You,

It's like being back in the family I was born in, only I don't even get to get high, the music isn't near as good, and we're stuck in Yuppie Hell instead of up a holler somewhere.

I finally realized why. You're just like them.

Why didn't I see it sooner??

Disgustedly,

Me

Dear Person,

Ugh. I'm feeling intimidated again.

You're so much smarter than me. You know more. You have so many more friends.

Y'know, you're exactly like him,
except that didn't end well.

Dear You,

How do I stop hating you?? It doesn't change anything.

Love,

Me

Dear nan,

Please stop analysing and pointing out to me how often I go out, how often I eat, and when, and what. It is starting to really grate and it feels very controlling.

smudge.

Dear friends
I miss you
I hope you can forgive for my careless past behaviour. they say that you don't know what you got till it's gone and I'm really feeling it right now
love, me.

Dear Dad,

Please let me fail. I know you want to protect me from the heartbreak from failure, but there are some things I have to learn from experiencing myself. Your lectures do not have the same impact. Besides, when you turn out to be right, you'll get to say to me, "See? I was right you were wrong!".

In other words, YOU. ARE. DRIVING. ME. INSANE!!

Dear Mom,

When someone lays out their washing machine fund, their riding lawnmower fund, their new flooring fund, and all their project money for the next two years to fund an 85% chance of saving your dog's life, the appropriate response IS NOT to b***h them out for neglecting to invite you on a Dollar General run (after investing 5 hours in taking you and said dog to the emergency specialist vet clinic).

"Thank you" isn't necessary, but it would be a very nice gesture if you could refrain from ad hominem attacks and pitching hissy fits worthy of said someone's bratty 8-year-old daughter for just a day or two.

I realize it's probably a little weird to receive lessons in social skills from an Aspie, but I have spent a couple of decades thinking about considerate social behavior in depth.

Love,

Me

Dear Christabel.

I know you're probably never going to read this, but that's okay. I get that. Despite being an Aspie yourself, your family seems to have a low respect for both yourself, and for me.

You left me at the time when i needed you the absolute most. I was at the end of my rope. My job? Gone. My bills? Piling up. My car? Broken. My heart, Breaking apart. You decided to listen to your Cheebye Parents. The ones who called me a loser. The ones who said I wouldn't amount to nothing. You were dragged away from my arms, and the demons which consumed me, threw me in front of a car.

...I thank the stars that it stopped before it hit me.

Because if it wasn't for you leaving me, I would have never realised that you never loved me. You loved the idea of being loved, but when it came down to it, you never had the courage to fight for me. You never had the common decency to stand up for the man who gives you his everything. His heart, his soul, his hopes and dreams.

Your family calls me a loser? I'll call you something and your cunty family you something you Singaporeans understand. Chao Chee Bye Lah.

I am no loser. I will rise above you, and outlive you. I will be happier, stronger, and smarter, knowing that I knew you, and I knew you for who you really were.

Goodbye.

rtmpgt.

Dear Mom,

Putting my child in therapy without my consent IS NOT OK.

"Offering" to have Social Services come to my house IS NOT OK.

She has a f*****g MINOR SPEECH IMPEDIMENT. No amount of anything on this Earth is going to make her talk "correctly" on your timetable, or at any point before her brain is ready.

Thanks to YOU, I now get to beat the county and their Ivor Lovaas-worshipping QUIET HANDS off my sweet, happy, vulnerable little girl. All because YOU want clearer fricatives faster, out of a little girl who is BARELY FIVE YEARS OLD.

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. NEVER COME BACK. DON'T CALL, DON'T TEXT, DON'T SEND BIRTHDAY CARDS. YOU HAVE OVERSTEPPED YOUR BOUNDS AND YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME HERE.

You don't know how much I wish I could say that out loud.

YOU can deal with the consequences.

Dear You,

You disgust me. Your attitude, your values, your behavior, your lack of self-control, your expectation that I will supply you with self-control even while you cuss and berate me every time you don't get your way.

You are not a child. You make me sick. Get some Ritalin, and grow up already.

--Me

I can't blame you. Why? Because it took me about three or four days to figure out exactly what kind of person you are. You see I'm not as naive as I might seem to be. So why did I keep going? Well I'm self destructive is parts of it It can sometimes feel "good" to be treated bad. Also when you have low self worth being treated bad is what you feel you deserve. Also I thought I could control it. I was wrong. You did get under my skin.

i honestly believe you developed some sort of brain damage by drinking that sulfur water back in cabot.