When you got sick, people came to help

When you ended up in the hospital, people came to help.  You wrote about toothbrush deliveries from "friends."

 

When I needed help, you did not come.  You told me you would "never" come.  Instead, you campaigned against me, and then your toothbrush deliverers wouldn't show up for me (those who did have faced permanent expulsion).

 

That's why I take comfort that I'm not alone in this regard.  It's not me.  It's you.

 

Your parents…PTSD their entire adult life while you dumped on them and ignored them.

 

Your grandparents.  Two died while you were in their homes, and, according to you, you panicked.  In any case, you did nothing to save them.

 

Doron.

 

Diti when Jon left.  You two both seem to have forgotten that I was the one who showed up for her, even though she was pretty mean and selfish.  I even tried to show up for you, even though you define selfishness.  It's the core of your DNA.  I spent three days in London ON as an outcast with people who were once my family but who had all heard over and over than I'm a creep.  You were an iceberg.  What does a block of ice know about humanity?

 

The list goes on and on.  Dump.  Blame. Ghost.  Just as I said as you left to fuck Caroline and her friends.

 

You truly are a disaster, my friend.  This is more than a personality disorder.  It's sociopathic.  You appear to cause brain damage and addiction and believe you are righteous.  You can't have effective conversations unless you structure the interaction.  You wilt in the face of your superiors.  You are an easy mark for learn that they just have to say you're beautiful and you'll agree to anything.

 

Of course, it's never your fault.  Ever.  Hundreds of us.  All our fault.  Every every time.

 

Today, as the king ascends to his throne, you sent me a $124 invoice for a bill I paid a month ago.  Showing your worth on a very troublesome and terrifying day.  A forwarder of invoices you will never pay, because you can't. And Trump in office, unnoticed.

 

I am still shocked.  I am still fighting PTSD.  It's not getting any better and it won't until you are gone gone gone. Ring of fire.  You are never allowed in, though, like rats, you still find a way.

 

 

 

David Foster, Chair
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