Do you remember this post?
An open letter to a blind man
When I was twelve, you moved into my apartment complex. We kids liked you immediately. You had two kids of your own, and you really seemed to like kids. You took us to do fun stuff, like hang out at Newark Airport and watch the planes from the observation deck. You took us to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, and the Statue of Liberty. You once took us sledding in the trailer of your 18-wheeler, telling some dozen kids to stay absolutely quiet until the truck stopped so that the cops wouldn’t pull you over and arrest you. It’s one of the coolest memories I have: A bunch of kids and their sleds in the back of your truck, shushing each other as you drove it through the snow to the nearby park so we could take advantage of the great sledding hill. You accepted us all, and we were a group of kids from all ages, four to fifteen.Except.
Except now, every time I think of you, I think of her, and what you did to her. She was fifteen.
She was fifteen, and you were thirty-six. She was fifteen, and you were in a position of power and authority. She was fifteen, and you abused your power and authority. You had sex with her. She was fifteen. Your oldest child was two years younger than she. You were thirty-six. And you were married.
Well, the blind man wrote me again. This time, he’s bragging about how young his current wife is.
Disgusting.
I copied the post into the email I sent him back.
Can I get a restraining order on email? Or should I just put his email address in the killfile?
Ick, him again? Killfile him. Better for you, better for him.
Ick. Ick. ICK. I am so sorry.
Killfile him. It is MUCH better for you.
Sorry the blind man still remains blind!
If he threatened you in his e-mail, print it out, get a restraining order in both your state and his, and whatever else you think is necessary to protect yourself. However, don’t killfile him. Set up your mail system to channel his e-mail into its own folder. That way, the evidence is nicely organized, in case stronger legal measures or gun permits are needed.
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he’s bragging? After what you already wrote to him?
Well… sounds like he’s trying to provoke you into writing things to him you’ld regret. Bad sign.
Sounds like he doesn’t have enough to do.
I like the term ‘bozo-bin’ better than ‘kill-file’. But that is just me. :)
He’s not threatening me. He just keeps on trying to guilt me into contacting him. And he utterly ignores me when I tell him I loathe him.
I think I will send him one more response if he tries yet again to justify his behavior. Something on the order of: “I will never tell her that I have your contact information. You are going to die knowing that I won’t tell you where she is, or how to get in touch with her. She hates you. She told me so herself.”
You know, I’ve never had any experience like this before. He is utterly unrepentant and unwilling to think he did anything wrong.
Meryl, you know you post about people who are unrepentant and proud of their evilness all the time. Just here it’s personal and in the other cases it’s political.
Unbelievable. I sent him the full text of the post.
I told him to stop emailing me.
He answered.
He’s killfiled to his own little freakfolder.
I am practically shaking over his last email. When I calm down, I will post it.
Sorry to hear he continues to convey his poison to you Meryl.
In a more innocent time in my life, I used to continue dialogue with all people thinking that the communication with them would glean some truth that I do not know and a perspective on how they see things.
But now I’ve split my communication into 2 segments: people who use words to convey knowledge and those who use words to convey their poison – and I keep to two word disciplines seperate.
It kinda reminds me of how the jews seperate meat and milk from each other in the kitchen to ensure that they are kosher. You know – that whole thing about seperating life from death, work from war, etc… (I am sure I am not getting the kosher thing right, but that is my humble interpretation…)
When it is a poison letter (or conversation), I stop the conversation. Unless it effects my ability to make money or affects my standing in the communities I choose to be in, it goes into the bozo bin of my mind. The writer then gets a smaller sandbox to play in or I take my toys and go home.
When you said you were shaking from the last email I truly and emphatically understand where you are coming from. I am sorry he is doing this to you. But… he is fighting you and with words he is probably trying to hurt you. He can only do that if you take the words he writes as knowledge and understanding. If you see that all he is saying is poison then the anger is removed, and you will see it for what it really is: warfare with words.
It is no different than word games that the arabs are doing but on a more personal level.
anqua is right: “Meryl, you know you post about people who are unrepentant and proud of their evilness all the time. Just here it’s personal and in the other cases it’s political.”
Ugh… long post. Oh well…