Snow Storms & Rabid Dogs

I just haven’t the words to describe my hostility. Stupid fucking bitch seems so inadequate to depict the hatred I feel right now. That stupid, stupid, woman. I told them verbally. I told them in writing. Don’t call me. Don’t try to correspond with me. Don’t send me packages. I hate them. They know that they cause me nightmares every time I hear from them. I won’t sleep for a week now. Could they possibly have thought I had forgotten? A few months and all is forgiven? Seven months ago they did the unthinkable. Not only did they manipulate me, they USED my nephew to do it. The poor kid is twelve. They are without remorse. They are fucking demons. They should share this pain.

That’s how I felt when I realized I had signed for a package from them. I was expecting the UPS lady to bring the box my wife ordered for me. Oh god, the feeling of betrayal. It was a week late because of some snow storm in Kentucky. I called them. I broke my vow of silence, and I called them. I wonder what they heard.

I want you to know you have ruined my vacation. This package is going straight to the dumpster.

“Bark, bark, grrrrr, ruff.”

I asked you verbally, and I asked you in writing. Will you ever get it?

“Bark, bark.”

Stop manipulating me. Stop contacting me. Just stay the fuck out of my life.

“Grrrrr.”

Do you fucking understand now?

“Bark, Bark, Grrrrr, RUFF!”


I don’t speak their language. I never will. I gave up on reaching them years ago. Why did I bother calling? They have proven too many times that they will not listen. They are too selfish to worry about my well being. “What? You have nightmares when we call? Maybe you should call us when you can’t sleep.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

There is nothing I dislike more than knowing that I truly hate them.

More detail follows at: Holiday Cheer Revisited.