LEE ANTHONY EMAILS FROM 2006 AND 2007Sunday, December 10, 2006F**k YouCurrent mood: irateCategory: Romance and RelationshipsWas I supposed to let it go? I hear a bunch of moans and groans out there amongst the people that careabout me. Is he seriously gonna go there...again?!? You know, at this point, I may have a right to. Itdoesn't even come down to being the bigger person or letting the shit go. It's obvious that your life has been so twisted and torn from the beginning that you've been ed up beyond repair. Imagine it, you sane people in blog land, because this shit is just bouncing right off of her naive sense of self worth, imaginegoing through life clinging, every second, to anything, and god knows, f**king anything that will evef**kn remotely acknowledge you. Imagine, feeling so worthless and helpless that when someoneshows you an ounce of interest, you jump on it because you cannot fathom what true self respect or self worth is. Imagine, having a husband...seperating from him...finding a boyfriend that cares for youendlessly...leave the boyfriend to go back to the husband as you come to find out you're carrying the boyfriend's child...lie to the husband that the child is his and proceed to get a divorce and cut allties...neglect the relationship with the boyfriend because you "didn't know what to say to" him, andfurther sabotage it because you will only speak to him "now or never." Neglect the relationship to the point of having an abortion without the boyfriend knowing any of this was even going on...then, travelto michigan to find the next husband to be...because, remember, anyone that will love you, must beworth it. Just throw it all away, for a different situation, not even a better one...enless better means lesscomplex. Hahahaha. Are you serious? The perfect husband and son? The perfect family? Here's somenews for you 'princess', the perfect family suggests the sums of all the parts to indeed be perfect aswell. And though, I've only seen the pictures you've most whorishly protrayed (yeah, a little over thetop on my comments, but f**k you), he could be a great guy after you get past the snaggle tooth anddorky appearance. Here it comes, the big come back, 'Oh, dorky? At least he doesn't love Star Wars.'Well you know what bitch? At least I don't live in Michigan, last I checked they were runner up to the best school in the nation...OSU. Again, cheap shot...nothing to do with anything. Here's the point. Ever since I met you all you could do is wonder and talk about what other people thought of you. It wasamusing at first, something I remember going through in...oh...well...f**king highschool?!?...yeah...well...as much sense as it makes now...I didn't put two and two together at that juncture...I suppose I was still enjoying the f**king sessions during Sunday football when my friendswere in the living room...or the blow jobs on the couch... Anyways...again off topic? You'll have toexcuse me, I'm not as centered or focused as you seem to be these days. I mean, my current situationwith work, and my apt, and even past girls (eh hem) are well documented...but seeing as how you cango through a divorce, boyfriend, abortion, and engagement all in the matter of a month and a half andstill say everything in the world is fabulous...hey, I suppose deep down I envy you. Hahahahaha, wait,holy shit...that didn't go over well did it? No one believed that one did they? OK, let's try this on for size. Not only do I not envy you, I dispise you. Everything you've said or done over the past few weekshave been nothing short than to lie and manipulate yourself into the life that you've been seeking. Alife, apparently showen through your actions, of denial and 'stability' which you would describe as ahusband and a place to call home. Hahaha. You're a moron and undeserving of anything righteous or respectable in this world. I hold your memory as bitter as I hold an encounter with a bum on the street.You say you're happy, you say it's the perfect life, the perfect family...well help the rest of the saneworld and stay there. My prayer...my prayer was once to realize what was truly taken away from me.
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