When I’m in pain, you should feel something. Do you?

Tough week. Leaving NYC where I've lived for 43 years. And I'm not leaving with grace. I'm leaving in defeat.

But there's one thing I feel really good about. I checkmated my sociopathic ex. Small victory. I've never been a win/lose guy in my life. But when you're dealing with a fraud, getting even is no small feat.

The woman fucked herself and will never have the same standard of living, or love, she had before. Just like her years growing up, no one wants her to come home. To achieve happiness, you have to look toward the light, Mina. You will never figure that out, and Addison's Disease means that you will never know that you're wrong. You're facing the wrong way. Looking at the septic tank again.

I don’t have a lot to claim as my own at the moment. I’m still being generous to women without getting a lot of love in return. I don’t begrudge that. Just that I rarely put my own needs first. Finally closing a door against your constant encroachment and mean spirit feels nice. You got your share. You’ll be fine. It’s nice to say “you’ve taken enough and this absolutely stops today” to someone who will do anything to never utter a sincere affirmation, apology, or thanks. Someone who is not my kind of friend.

I left stuff out for you that you used to enjoy using. Take what you want. Glad for you to have any of those and I really hope they give you a smile when you see them in your current environment. Share them with those you value  

I can’t remember what friendship was like with you—I don’t know what gets you off. Hurting me is much less available to you now that you won’t be crossing this threshold ever again. The buyers  have no idea who once lived here, and the sick marriage that defiled this great spot on the planet. My home.