Thank you for your bizarre and artificial, arranged relationship with the no-neck, wimpy, Uncle-Fester look-alike who grunts uneducated monosyllables between spits of tobacco. Your desperate run-down of the only man pathetic enough to put up with your shit makes me further appreciate the genuine friendship, companionship, and unconditional love that I share with Gary.
Thank you for personally demonstrating, on a regular basis, what a good parent would never do. I know, beyond a doubt, that when Gary and I have a child of our own, I will be a far better mother than you can possibly dream of being, because I have already been more of a mother to the children than you could ever be.
Thank you for showing me just how ugly jealousy, pettiness, and greed can be when it festers for years in a fetid heart. It drives me to remain better than that…better than you.
You have been, and remain, everything I would hate myself for being: weak, cowardly, selfish, immature, jealous. It is not suprising you are profoundly obsessed with me. If, god forbid, I were you…I would want to be me too.