Dear Whats-Her-Name

I didn't actually send this one back to her. Because I could give a shit. But my reader deserves a response, I feel.

I'm impressed. See, most men, it takes them at least a couple of weeks after you remove their meal ticket to see the light. I'm glad to know that Big had enough sense to not let you throw a pissy fit on my lawn, or in my home. (Which would have been tricky seeing is how I changed the locks earlier that afternoon.)

You have no idea the depth of pain that man has given me, and if a few of his items were lost or destroyed from sitting out on the porch for 9 hours unattended, that is far from my fault.

He had numerous opportunities to be a man, take his things, and move back home. He chose not to. He pushed his luck, and my hospitatlity.

He had numerous opportunities to tell me the truth about you, or that girl in Desi's class, or anyone that he'd been trying to hook up with. He chose not to.

Even when I read the blog and confronted him about you, he said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Honey, he denied your existence so that he wouldn't get in trouble with me!

Yes, some people have a great deal of growing up to do. Hopefully, when you do, it won't be because of the same harsh lessons that I had to learn from him.

Tschuss!