Thursday night

Dear Z

It’s so sad that you felt the need to forward my emails to my dad. How lame are you. I cringe to think I know you, let alone married you.

But it’s now (a little) amusing as well. With every childish maneuver, with every tattle, with every complaint about my behavior my father is slowly understanding what you are – a tiny vacuous small minded petty criminal. He cannot believe that you – while being so wrong – can cling to the illusion that you are right. He is still (as I was) waiting for you to come to your senses and realize how stupidly you are acting. I stand in the shadows and let you weave your magic, and my father too will eventually realize how pathetic you truly are.

Good luck with whatever you will do. I am so terribly glad that awful spell I was under is over. Self esteem back, I forge ahead to the much greater life that I have always led.

Lots of affection, still a little bit of love, and a lot of indifference,

S

PS: I strongly suggest you bathe your nether regions more often, you’ll get far more sex from your future wife / girl friends. Should you need any more tips (and really – you need a lot –) feel free to come to me.