0MEGA LETTER II - #WHYDIDU?

20211212

Dear Song & Trevor:

I have been Carrying your Curses for DECADES, and am Returning Them to U ~ Their ORIGINATORS.

They have been #BR0KEN.

To U+U.

N0W.

You see, you both impregnated me, without my permission.

I had 3 abortions because of your arrogant, flippant, cavalier attitudes.

Song, you were my boyfriend. You tell me 30 years later you did it ON Purpose.

TWICE.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

And you didn’t even Propose.

Because you were Afraid of your Father.

Your loss.

My losses.

You tell me you spent the last 30 years…Depressed.

You tell me your Daughter is Depressed.

Of course, she is. Her Father never wanted her.

By doing the “right” thing, you ruined everyone’s lives.

Including your own.

Then you waltz into my LinkedIn, on Valentine’s Day 2017, and call me your Old Lust.

Charming.

Glad I didn’t Marry You…Though I was Newly Married when you barged back into my life…and you didn’t care! Ha!

Disgusting.

I feel sorry for the poor Korean lady who married you & dutifully bore your Children. And you, for your whole Self-Inflicted Depressed life.

And your poor Children. They just lived with Ghost Robot parents…Going through the ingrained motions of the Last Generation because YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALLS TO STAND UP TO YOUR FATHER.

And then, waah-waah-waah, Mommy is Bad.

Yeah, right.

LOOK IN THE FUKING *MIRROR* #BUDDY.

YOU CREATED YOUR LIFE.

YOU CREATED YOUR MISERY.

YOU CREATED THOSE BABIES IN MY WOMB.

Four Years After My Mother Died.

How was I supposed to Care for Them?

With No Family who Cared for Me?

With No Mother of My Own??

And then you give me 2 MORE Deaths to Bear…

For 30 Years…Thinking ~ Once Again ~ It’s MY FAULT.

FUCK YOU ::: SONG OF SONGS.

Or, I guess ::: LIFE ALREADY DID.

* * * * * *

And then we have Mr. Sloppy Man from Work ::: TREVOR.
(I would say your last name…but it might get People Talking. ;)

You, I don’t have so many Words for. As you are NOT WORTHY of MY TIME.

• Co-worker.

• Smarmy.

• Cheater.

• Sloppy.

• Awkward.

You see, TREVOR, I did not have any Guidance after my parents died…so I was Unaware that when you invited me up to your apartment to see the Boston Commons from your 30th-floor apartment balcony, that it meant we were having Sex.

You were so…CREEPY about it.

AND SLOPPY.

That the Next Day, I got the Morning After Pill.

It didn’t work.

You gave me low-end Bose Speakers after the abortion…like that somehow made up for Everything.

You didn’t even check-in on me.

You were “Busy” with your Kids.

Your poor girlfriend (WHO I DID NOT KNOW ABOUT…until I saw her clothes in your closet).
#PIERCINGhateSTARESfilledwithSWORDS.

Yeah. I get it. #GIRLFRIEND.

Just KN0W ::: I NEVER WANTED TO SLEEP WITH HIM.

* * * * * *
#DISGUSTING.
#Sad.
#WHY?

WHY TAKE?

WHY NOT WAIT TILL WE OFFER??

And then…WE ARE THE ONES WHO BECOME SPITEFUL “Crazy” BITCHES.

And I ask you…Is It Any WONDER?

I came to Realize Later…that Someone(s) would have come, Someone Else, and He would have SHUT DOWN My Sexuality…If it had NOT been YOU II.

I Forgive You. For Lobotomizing My W0MB.

Try to have a Good Life.

Try to Remember that Other People have Feelings & Histories, Too.

And that they may Not Have FAMILY…to support them…Like YOU Do.

And if they are seeking Comfort in your arms…

COMFORT THEM.

Don’t IMPREGNANT Them…WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION.

Because What G0ES AR0UND…C0MES AR0UND.

Welcome to the AGE 0f AQUARIUS, BOYs.

(We will SEE if you SELFISH ball-less BASTARDS Last Even 1 R0UND. ;)