I’ve received a handwritten letter from him and it’s absolutely infuriated me. I wish I’d never read it and binned it as soon as I knew it was from him. I really want to reply with the following (warning: it’s very long but I wanted to address most of what he’d said in his and I could have said a lot more but I’m not wasting anymore time or energy on him). Should I send this message though?
I wasn’t going to reply to your letter but I just can’t bare how unbelievably fucking deluded you are in being so fucking insensitive. Did the fact that I still have you blocked on everything not give you even a little hint that I don’t want to hear from you?
It’s none of your business who I was or wasn’t fucking then or now - our relationship/friendship has been over for months and I don’t owe you shit. Ditto with my hospital appointments, none of your fucking business. If you have a problem with any aspect of female healthcare, then don’t go offering lifts to your female friends. Thanks for dragging that all back up for me by the way - that is MY trauma and not for you to discuss. How fucking dare you. AGAIN.
I only told you because I thought you were my friend. You quickly disabused me of that position when you made something I clearly stated I wasn’t over, all about you and your hurt. God, you act like you were some kind of knight in shining armour for giving me a lift in your disgusting car. I didn’t need or want you to take me, you insisted and I took the path of least resistance because I was having an horrifically shit time. Just like you conditioned me to with your unbearable melancholy moods and manipulative tears if I ever tried to tell you how I really felt. Should I have not gone to the funeral to spare your feelings too?
I don’t know if you think you’re doing me a favour or think it’s a kindness to gush about my generosity and how amazing I am like this is some sort of fairytale rather than the ugly truth - that I have no boundaries and you were more than happy to take advantage of that. You write like I never tried to tell you how I felt when it was YOU who wouldn’t listen when I tried. You don’t even fucking know me because you couldn’t hear me over your own wants and unrealistic expectations of me.
God, your whole ‘lovely harmless Alan’ schtick comes over unbearably strong in your letter. No mention of the fact that you totally isolated me from my best and longest standing friend when I had nobody else and really needed a good friend in my corner. Couldn’t have turned to any of your hundreds of other friends, had to be the woman up the road. So utterly inappropriate to befriend the one person I had confided my whole life in. How vulnerable you both made me. You think you’re so lovely, a real Nice Guy™️ when you’re actually manipulative, controlling, bitter, jealous, sanctimonious and judgemental. Not saying I’m perfect but I can see my flaws clearly whereas you can’t even see the hurt you cause because of the rose tinted glasses through which you view your own behaviour.
I wouldn’t have minded as much but you told me yourself you couldn’t stand her and was only hanging out with her because you couldn’t bare to be alone. Well, I did fucking like her and appreciate her company. (Side note: I’m amusing myself at the thought of you reading this text to her, knowing you’ll have to leave that bit out. Prob best leave the next bit out too). Did you ever get to find out if you could indeed get it ‘anywhere near’? Did you ever do those ‘hilarious’ Keith Lemon’s Mel B impressions of her ‘pong’ or the chainsaw vibrator skits for her? Or were those another one of those ‘special things’ between us? I had to listen to her gush about you knowing you used to love ripping the piss out of her.
Now don’t get me wrong, I hold Mouse Boiler equally responsible for the inappropriate drama triangle you both created for me. I’m not as pissed at her though because I always knew she was selfish. Coincidentally she has been in this exact situation with her other close friend N, and C which was conveniently wrapping up around the time this one started. You though, I really feel you did it to punish me. Or keep your foot in the door.
You always told me you just wanted to be better than all my Dickhead exes but actually, I think what you and MB did is the worst betrayal I’ve ever experienced and I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive either of you for it. Never for a second thought you’d not only end up on my shit list, but you’d occupy the top spot. How things change.
In any event, I’m more or less over it now and the pain was similarly the impetus to me moving on and realising my worth. It was also the start of me finding my boundaries which is why I’m not taking your unwelcome butting in on my life, reopening old wounds so you could have your ‘closure’ without also getting mine.
I find it really weird that you’re so desperate to let me know how well you’re doing and is I suspect, the main purpose of this letter. Why would I give a fuck that the idiot who pretended to be my friend for 30 years just so he could one day get what he really wanted is now healed? How lovely that you can look back and reminisce fondly about all those times between us. Along with my memories of MB, they are tainted by your betrayal and I’m left only with regret that I ever let either of you into my life. I already know I’m amazing because I’ve thrived despite trauma whilst carrying all you clingers on too.
So yeah, don’t ever contact me or my family again. If you do, I will report you to the police for harassment. Oh, and if I ever bump into YOU, I’ll act like I don’t know you.