I tried not to write this post, but its all I can think about and writing it out will empty my mind of these hateful thoughts. It’s in the form of a letter to said loser.
It is with the most regret and misgiving that I can say that we ever met. Our first meeting took place as you looked for an apartment upstairs from me, it was your first chance at lying to me and you took full advantage of the circumstance. You completely forgot you had a 10 year old son that would be coming here to live with you, just an easily overlooked detail I guess. Then upon learning of this in our next meeting you stated he would be coming to live with you in July, funny how March turned into July overnight. It really has nothing to do with him, I like him. It’s the audacity of your lies that sends homicidal/suicidal thoughts through my head.
Time flew by before you were unemployed and unable to pay rent or utilities, laid off by the family business – a telltale harbinger of trouble. Then things started to go missing, like all the dryer sheets. I asked nicely if you had borrowed some, knowing I couldn’t have used most of a 105 count box in two months, you suggested I probably grabbed two instead of one each time I needed them. The craftiness of a liar can’t be understated, the depth of your far fetched suggestions and denials is amazing.
When spare change started to come up missing I knew better than to ask. Then I went to the store one day and paid for a purchase with the $45 that was in my wallet, which turned out to be $35. It took me a couple of days to figure out that when I ran in the morning you replaced a $20 dollar bill with a $10, brilliant but I caught on. So I hid my wallet and change on the same morning I went for a run, when I returned your face told me all I needed to know – you knew I knew that you’re a thief too.
There is so much more intrigue in your deceptions, but I wrote this so I could get on with normal thought and life. Now that you have been evicted and have no job or expertise in anything except for watching TV all day, I wish you luck in your endeavors.
Best of Luck,
P.S. at the least you are a good mother to your son.
OK I feel better!
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