Open Letter to a Short, Jerky Twatwaddle*

Here's the thing, man...

If your behavior is directly and negatively affecting someone I care about and I manage to make you feel like crap for making that person feel like crap, I'm glad. Yeah, that's right. I'm glad I put you in a worse mood than you were already in. You deserved that, at the very least.

I didn't like you the first time I met you. Despite my efforts at civility during our ensuing encounters, you chose to come into my home and push my buttons on repeated occasions. You did everything in your power to piss me off. You succeeded in doing just that.

Despite all this, I understood that you were dating my friend, not me. I didn't discourage her from seeing you. Even when you said I had an "unhealthy obsession" with her, signaling that you could be the controlling type who wants to distance your woman from anyone she's close to, I refrained from persuading her to ditch you.

In the past two weeks, you've been a complete dick to her. Whether you're stressed or not, she's an awesome person and deserves better from you. Actually, she deserves better than you, but ultimately that's not my decision.

Oh how I wish she would do a little more standing up for herself. She's not one to let you totally trample her, but she is, sometimes, much too considerate of another person's feelings. Which is why she hadn't said anything to you about what you were doing. Well, that, and she was testing you. And, I hope, working you out of her system.

But me? I make it a point to stand up for myself and, if necessary, for my friends. Being drunk made my textual assault easy. Disliking you from the start made the experience somewhat gratifying.

See, once you stop caring how your behavior affects others, I stop caring about how mine affects you. You lost the right to anything resembling civility from me when you started stepping all over her.

Calling you spineless might have been childish on my part, but I hope I got my point across: It's not okay for you to treat her like a toy that you can adore one day and toss aside the next. You cannot do that and expect her to hang around waiting for the next time you want to play. That is not how it works.

One more thing: She is her own person. We are two separate entities. You using what I said to punish her was a shitty move on your part.

You're a selfish twatwaddle, and you're short. Fuck you.

Sincerely,

Belle


* I wrote this post many moons ago. I only feel safe publishing it now, since the friend mentioned in the letter has long since moved on, and I don't have to worry about the short, jerky twatwaddle coming back into her life or mine.