It’s been many months, but I haven’t forgotten the things you said. I hate how scared you made me. I hate that you said you wanted me to be fat so no one else would love me (behind your girlfriend’s back). I hate that you call yourself a feminist. I hate that you justify staring at women like they are double Big Macs. I hate that I trusted you and you manipulated me when I was so vulnerable. I hate that you had me convinced that I was crazy.
I hope your life sucks. I hope the ladies all tell you what a creep you are. I hope that you get caught smoking pot on your lunch break and you get fired from your cushy government job. <b—Miss Take
This article appears in Nov 11-17, 2010.
He stares at women like they were double Big Macs…does this mean “with disgust”?
On a more serious note, OP, I hope you will get over your hatred and anger and find your happiness soon. Some people just aren’t worth your time.
It’s quite difficult to get fired from a Goverment job if he is part of the union. Worst he gets is a repremand.
OP….forget the asshole. He sounds like a nut job. Staring at Big Macs….hmmm….what’s the expression on his face: (1) drooling, or (2) disgust
come and tell the ole suckster all about it baby, 2 shoulders, no waiting.
Miss-Take: Sadly, even the awesome power of words cannot undo the harm I’ve done, or even (I suspect) convince you of my sincerity, but I ask that you believe me when I tell you how truly, profoundly and thoroughly sorry I am and ashamed to have caused you such grief. Not a day goes by when I don’t wish I could go back and change the past for the better. And even though I was young, arrogant and woefully stupid, there is no excuse for the cruel, insensitive and reprehensible way I treated you. I know mere words, regardless of how remorseful or filled with platitudes they are, will not change a thing. So, I cannot ask you to forgive me or even accept my apology, as I am not in a position to ask anything of you. Still, I hope you take some comfort in the fact that my daily life, at its best, is misery, and the guilt I feel tortures me relentlessly. While I know you’d like nothing better than to see me fired, dead or worse, I want you to know I wish you nothing but happiness, good fortune and success both now and forever more.