Another E-Mail from "He Who Shall Not Be Named"

Hi, Everybody!

Here it is—another beautiful brand-new day, and it’s cold and rainy. Looks like I’ll be spending another day in the warm, toasty house, much like yesterday.

So, check this out, y’all: I was just checking my email, and to my surprise, I got an email sometime this morning from “he who shall not be named…”

That’s right—I still refuse to call this jackass by his name. Yes, I know that I’m being petty, and some of you may question if I am truly past that hurtful event. Well, let me set the record straight: I am over it, but every now and then, I get some kind of ugly reminder about that jackass, and my emotions begin to get the better of me. I’m still very conflicted, because on the one hand, I’m in a much better place, but yet and still, I have these mental outbursts of rage. Yes, I know that it is nothing more than a psychological issue, but then again, you can’t expect any less from me, considering that I’ve suffered a broken heart.

So, as I stated earlier, “he who shall not be named” sent me an email sometime this morning, in a pitiful attempt to try and get back into my good graces. For starters, he chose “I Miss You Dearly” as a subject title, and then he goes on to talk about how he thought about me constantly, and how he wish he could turn back the hands of time and undo the pain that he caused me… you know what, I’m not gonna go into too much detail about his email, but I will say this: Judging by all this rhetoric and the rigmarole, I know that there’s a dead cat on the line somewhere. I can’t help but to think that he’s felt the pain that he tried to inflict on me. It’s like the late great Mother Harriette Fields once said, “The deceit that you do will always find a way to bite you right in the buttocks.” Well, I’m not a betting woman, but I can almost bet that poetic justice was served.

He never has to tell me what happened to him, and I don’t ever have to find out, but I do know that I feel a lot more vindicated than I did. With that said, there’s only one thing to do: I’ll email him back… tomorrow!

Remember, the ball is still in my court.