09 June 2008
♥ to the scum of the earth:
You can tell everyone whatever you want, you can make up lies, you can call me a liar, it doesn't matter. I can't say it doesn't bother me when it trickles down the grapevine and I hear what you've been saying about me, but what it really comes down to is this: your greatest fears have been realized, and you are exactly what you were so terrified of becoming.
You are your father. It's been a long time coming; the signs were there all along. But now, as though being a lying, cheating womanizer weren't enough, you have abandoned your high-horse "morals" and begun doing the very thing you've always abhorred, the thing you've long patronized others for doing.
The difference between you and your father, for whom I have more respect for than you might think, is that he has a reason to be the way he is. What do you have? Nothing that countless other people haven't managed to live through, and managed to remain functional.
People may choose not to believe the truth, but the truth remains. I did not lie. I would never voluntarily put myself through the trauma that followed what you did to me. It doesn't matter who "believes" me and who doesn't. A judge in a court of law certainly believed me enough to grant me peace of mind in the form of a restraining order, to which no innocent person would have readily agreed as you did. The people who matter to me know that I told the truth about what happened on that awful flight, and I suppose there's no accounting for taste where your minions are concerned.
So say what you want about me, but know this: I can always, always take the high road.
You are your father. It's been a long time coming; the signs were there all along. But now, as though being a lying, cheating womanizer weren't enough, you have abandoned your high-horse "morals" and begun doing the very thing you've always abhorred, the thing you've long patronized others for doing.
The difference between you and your father, for whom I have more respect for than you might think, is that he has a reason to be the way he is. What do you have? Nothing that countless other people haven't managed to live through, and managed to remain functional.
People may choose not to believe the truth, but the truth remains. I did not lie. I would never voluntarily put myself through the trauma that followed what you did to me. It doesn't matter who "believes" me and who doesn't. A judge in a court of law certainly believed me enough to grant me peace of mind in the form of a restraining order, to which no innocent person would have readily agreed as you did. The people who matter to me know that I told the truth about what happened on that awful flight, and I suppose there's no accounting for taste where your minions are concerned.
So say what you want about me, but know this: I can always, always take the high road.
6/09/2008
