Here’s a message for all the friends that turned their backs on me in the past year. This is for those who didn’t bother to call me back when I called. Not once, but many times. Those who now look upon me with disdain and loathing. Those who fear me unnecessarily. This is for those who repeatedly made excuses not to get together even though we live near to each other.
This is for those who are relieved that they live far away. Relieved that because of the distance, it’s easy to keep me at arm’s length. Relieved that they never, ever have to see the likes of me, and don’t want to tell me that really, they find me disgusting.
And this is for all those friends that live blocks away but deliberately duck or turn their backs or walk the other way when they see me on the street or in stores. Are you ashamed to be seen with me?
This is for all those that deliberately dropped contact with me or told me, “I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” You are a fucking asshole. Plain and simple. I am not going to “understand.” No, I have no other cheek.
This is for all those who pretend to like me but don’t even respect me. Those that are polite to me but actually think I’m crazy and delusional. Those that doubt. Those that ask, “Could this be real? Maybe she needs ‘help.’ She should be medicated. Maybe she’s making it all up.”
Yes, I have been abused, and if that makes YOU uncomfortable, you need to look in the mirror, asshole.
Sure, my personality changed after the abuse. We don’t lock up abused pets. We take them into our homes. We love abused puppies and put them up on Facebook and the pictures make people cry.
Pictures of me? Folks would spit on me. I am the victim of repeated hate crimes.
Animal advocacy groups would be shocked at the bullying I’ve been going through the past few years and especially the past few months and weeks.
Yes, look in the mirror. Thanks.