It's funny. They say that revenge is a dish best served cold. That what goes around comes around. I say, that not a day goes by that I don't think ofyou. That I don't think of pouring gasoline all over your shiny new Jeep and setting it ablaze. That I don't think of how funny it would be to toss molotov's through the plate glass window of your dream house.

You took from me several things, Michael. (Interesting that you would be named for an angel, eh?) You took from me that gift which every girl who dreams of fairy tales holds for her husband to be. You took from me the very soul of the woman I loved more than life. Mom. You broke her heart with your cruelty and your lies. You turned away to someone younger when the truth came out.

Now, you live the life that we, the perfect white-bread mom and apple pie family, were supposed to have. But have I a surprise for you, daddy dearest. I am here and I have the last laugh because I survived. I have killed you off a thousand times in my mind. Sadly, everything I wish for you is illegal. But know this. I am here and I won't go away. I won't give in and hide. I won't change my name or move to some secret locale. I am here and you will know me everyday. And everyday that you see my face, you will know that revenge is indeed sweet.

Smile, daddy. I wish for you a long life.

No longer adoringly,

Merideth