To the nameless, faceless
jacka$$ person who has a lot to say,
This is the first and last time I will ever address you in this manner. It seems like getting my attention or a reaction out of me is super important to you, so please allow this to be confirmation that I’ve received all of the correspondence you’ve sent. It would appear that hiding behind a computer screen using my “Contact Me” form and providing a fake e-mail address has given you a sense of bravado. Hurling insults, criticisms, and harsh rebukes is a lot easier that way, isn’t it? Make no mistake, I understand wanting to maintain anonymity. That’s one thing you and I have in common. The difference is that I’m not using my anonymity to try to attack or hurt anyone. It would seem that you are.
I don’t have the desire or patience to address all of your comments, so I’m going to briefly touch on just a few with the hopes that it will cover the wide spectrum of subjects it would seem you want to school me in.
How can you live with yourself? Your [sic] a homewrecking piece of s^!*. You find every opportunity you can to say you and your husband are so happy and yet you weren’t happy enough to not act like the whore that you are.
To the best of my knowledge I haven’t wrecked any home. My marriage really is happy, easy, and full of love. I ponder it regularly because it’s the very thing that baffles me the most about how I got myself into the situation I was in. It’s the mystery I have yet to solve. I guess my point in sharing it here is simply “If it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone”.
You try to sound religious but your words and actions are in direct opposition to the religion you declare to be a part of. You are a hypocrite and make a mockery out of your so called faith.
I am not “part of” any religion, nor am I religious. I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m a sinner saved by grace. I don’t subscribe to legalistic rules. I do my best to align my actions with the principles taught by Christ, which renders religious rules unnecessary. When I fail – and I often do – I’m thankful to serve a God who is forgiving and full of mercy. I’m in constant need of both.
…in your happy marriage and at the same time you’re looking for someone to fall in love with to get more attention and then when you find it you decide that’s not enough. You decide you want to f*&% him too (and he’s married too). Nice.
Actually you have it backwards. I wanted to f*&% him and then I realized I actually had feelings for him. Boom.
Get help. The things you say are crazy. You say you love your husband and right after that you say you loved the guy on the side. Then you say you loved the guy on the side and in the same sentence you say you didn’t want to be with him.
I don’t recall putting those things in the same sentence but it’s possible. I stand by all of those things. They’re true. You say they’re crazy, and I won’t argue with you. I’d give you an A in reading comprehension. Good job. For the record, I never claimed any of this made sense. In fact I’m pretty sure I’ve used the word “nonsense” multiple times.
What makes you think you’re some kind of expert on relationships?
Uhhh. Ummm. Well….I don’t. Did you miss the tagline “Musings of a Moron”?!? I never claimed I was an expert on anything. I’m just telling my story, dude. It turns out it isn’t all that unique. If I can offer comfort or insight or just an ear to listen (well, eyes to read is more accurate) then I consider it an honor to do so. I’ve always had a heart to love on and affirm the brokenhearted. Always. When I found myself on the other side of it I didn’t know what to do with it, so I wrote.
…and I would bet you are an unkempt, insecure, piece of trash who weighs 400 pounds and is probably holed up in your basement eating Taco Bell while you peck away at your keyboard telling yourself that people give a $h*!…
Mmm-kay. Sure. I’m those things. Well actually, I’ve gained 4 pounds since the end of November so that puts me at roughly 404. I tell myself it’s muscle but you and I both know it’s more likely the 2nd trough of bread pudding I ate over Christmas break.
…without hitting you in the face. I know I’d like to.
It feels almost like I’m responding to a 4th grader with this one, but you’ve set me up so nicely I can’t resist. Go ahead. Hit me in the face. It’ll be the only thing of mine you’ll ever hit. That right there was an example of humor. I get the feeling your life could use a little more of it. You’re welcome.
I hope your husband cheats on you. When he does I hope you remember you deserve it.
I hope he doesn’t. And you’re right, I deserve it. But we’ve now come full circle to the redeeming part of my story…grace. Unmerited favor. Forgiveness. Mercy. Unconditional love. A whole lot of gratitude that I don’t always get what I deserve (this is true for both the good and the bad).
I don’t know what is going on in your life or why you spew the hatred that you do, but know this – there is plenty of grace to go around for all of us. Even you. As I said at the beginning of this post, this is the first and only time I will ever respond to you like this. My suggestion is that you find a hobby. Take a walk. Get a life. Or feel free to create a dummy e-mail account to provide along with your biting e-mails so I can respond if I want to.
If your mission is to get under my skin, I want to make it perfectly clear here: you do not. I don’t allow the words or opinions of people who aren’t within my circle to affirm or destroy my feelings of self-worth. I do a good enough job of that myself. And then, grace. May you experience it in the fullest.
Currently playing in the soundtrack of my mind: Shake It Off by Taylor Swift. And believe me, I do.