16, August 1998
  Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are,
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I resent the current, "oh, the poor thing" response I keep hearing from people whenever your name is uttered. I resent the fact that you are now strutting around, crying that you're innocent. I resent the skewed picture you've somehow managed to paint, for those who have mistakenly gotten the impression that you can do no wrong.

I told you to keep your nose out of things that don't concern you. You chose to get offended. You seem to have a this belief that you have a God-given right to tell others how to do things you're not qualified to do. You see yourself as the self-appointed all-knowing, all-seeing sentinel. You want power, but you have none. That's part of what this about. You want what you're not entitled to.

You're acting like you were forced into making the decision you made. That's a bold-faced lie. You had already made the decision, you told me, remember? So stop acting like I forced you into what you were already planning to do.

You've made it a point to shine a spotlight on everyone else's weaknesses, but have you not noticed that they're also your own. Things that didn't concern you, but you felt were inappropriate, occurred in your presence. At least that's your claim. You were also, at times, a willing participant. If you are to be believed, then you were a witness, who did and said nothing to stop the "wrongs" you suddenly feel were committed. Have you not noticed that there's blood on your hands too? It doesn't wash off that easily, does it?

I will not lower myself to your level, I have far too much respect for myself to do that. Had I any inkling that you would turn on a dime, and stab me in the back, I never would have said a word to you. I will resist the urge to sling mud back at you. Instead, I will sincerely wish you nothing but the best, as I try to let go of what you've done, and continue to try to do to destroy my reputation.

If you need for me to look like the asshole in this, that's fine. Anything that I've done wrong, I've already owned publicly. I can live with what I've done. Can you?

Oh, I should say that while I will not resort to biting your ear, so to speak, I will fight cleanly. You have chosen the wrong person to take on, and you should know that, you foolish, foolish, bitch.

Peace,

Leslie

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