Dear Sara,
This is not going to be a nice letter, and you are not going to like me (as if you even remotely care in the least, considering your words and behavior), and I am not going to be the nice little soft girl I’ve been. You treat Cassi like shit, and you treat everyone else who is supposed to be your friend like shit. You are infantile, selfish, and so backwards thinking that I barely know how to handle talking to you at all. It’s as if all reason is lost to you.
Today, you barged into Cassi’s house telling me you’d called her to tell her you’d be there to pick up the remaining items you left behind. There, you revealed yet another trait I despise: You lied. And you seem to do it a lot too. Like making Cassi get rid of my cat and then letting her take the fall for it. I knew something was fishy about that situation. Must have been your cunt.
My mistake in thinking you a good friend, and my mistake in trusting you with certain things – like the care and keeping of my precious Midnight. You barely cared for your own cats, or your own home. You left Cassi to do damn near everything while she was living with you. She cleaned up your messes, your dishes that you dirtied, and sometimes, your social idiocies. You brought so much drama into her life that it’s a miracle her child smiles at you.
Also today, while you were still in Cassi’s house (and treating it as if it were still yours), you were talking to Joe (or whomever) in the kitchen in what you thought was a low voice. I heard you calling me a bitch. I also heard you say, “She wants to see a bitch, I’ll give her a bitch.” Honey, you have no idea. And I give you attitude? Fuck you, you insignificant genetic mistake. You’re the one who cheats on her boyfriend and expects the people you confide in to keep that secret. You’re the one who never even thought to change the baby’s diaper while you were caring for her. I hope you know that if you carry this child to term, CPS will be on your ass faster than you can push it out. I really pity the kid. Joe is going to be a great dad, because he’s been there before, but you don’t know the first thing about childcare – especially when a child is in infancy.
Besides which, you did the other thing that will piss Cassi off – you brought drama into the home where her daughter resides. If it had been my home, and my child, I would have thrown all your shit into the dumpster and not given a flying fuck. I would have also had the landlord change the locks.
I don’t know how you gained any friends in the first place, and I don’t know how you kept any of them. That’s probably why you keep your friendships long-distance – so they don’t have to know how selfish, crude, ignorant, insignificant, infantile and fucked up in the head you are. You have no tact, you have no class, and each time you’re near I can smell the gonaherpasyphilitis. Taste the rainbow!
I hope you end up alone in a single room efficiency with no electricity, no friends, no heat or water, and no love whatsoever.
Oh, and one more thing. You keep saying you don’t like my boyfriend, but at least Will is educated, considerate, knows how to deal with people and kids, talks and acts like an adult, and can manage his own affairs. I’d like to see you deal with the shit he’s dealt in his life.
Fuck you.
-A.
