DEAR SARA-read

From the first day I met you I didn’t like you! I felt very uncomfortable with you. I can’t remember why but I just didn’t feel that we were true friends. You were M’s friend—not really mine and I always felt like a third wheel. We never called each other. Our plans were always made through M. So I was forced to be friends with you because I am a wuss. I can never confront anyone. I am afraid that I will cry. So what?????? It wouldn’t be the worse thing in the world…………..you and M were always getting together and that was fine at the trailer. I didn’t care! Now that I think about it I remember those weekends when you came over(MARY WASN’T THERE) and stayed all day. I think it’s because you didn’t want me to go over to someone else. You are a dominating, NAAAAAASSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY woman.

Now you made a super big fuss and spoiled our week by pretending that I invited you for supper Friday night. When we were making plans for Saturday night and I wanted to make supper you kept saying no. Why didn’t you say that you were already coming on Friday? Because you knew damn well you weren’t. You know you are full of shit! shit! Personally I don’t care if I ever see you again…………..I wouldn’t have called or anything. Personally a friend understands and doesn’t make a big to doo.

It is not my fault that you hate R. Well I like her and she is a much nicer person than you! Ten times nicer! What kind of woman would go to someone’s house that you don’t like and then not even invite her to her party! A SHITHEAD!!!!!!

So now that you made me very upset you can go to h! I guess we will still be friends but it will be more strained than ever.

Don’t invite me for supper Fridays at the trailer because I don’t want to come. You put in that sugar crap and it tastes like hell. When you make spaghetti you boil the noodles to death.

So dear S leave me alone. Don’t call me! YOU CAN BE SURE I WON’T CALL YOU!

LOve

You use to be friend