Friday 5 March 2004

• My stomach is in knots all because of a letter.  I've avoided discussing the current family conflict on these pages because I was attempting to remain neutral to both parties.  However, I don't like Connie's implication that I was some sort of bad person before: 

  
  

  I don't appreciate you insulting the way I raise my children when I look back at how your own son used to be. Should I start telling you where you went wrong?. You have no room to talk.
  

  
  

  So far as I know, I have never been anything other than friendly and polite to Connie and her family.  So I have no idea why she would write such a thing other than to enrage my mother.  Luckily, despite the fact that the letter was addressed to my mother, she was wise enough to ask her husband and I to review it first.  She knew that Connie would try to challenge her in some way in the E-mail, and boy did she ever.  However, no matter how logical that is, it still feels like an attack against who I am.  And that is what physically upsets me. 

  
  

  I don't like feeling like this, but what can I do?  I've been praying for a good resolution to this matter for a while, and that looks even further away now than it did before.  I can't reply to the E-mail, anything I say will either be used against me in the future (now that she knows what buttons to push) or be untrue to how I feel.  Either way, I can think of nothing which would help matters any. 

  
  

  Just prior to her attack on me, she said, "You are supposed to encourage the good behavior and the grades in school and the job."  I had excellent grades in school (despite being in the International Baccalaureate program in high school), was in drama and six school clubs, never ditched a day of school (at least not until college), never had a detension (except once in middle school, but they removed that from my record when I successfully fought the injustice of that particular incident), and never came home past curfew or any other such stuff at home.  In fact, if anything, I was too good of a kid as my friends past and present have said.  So, once again, I have to wonder what kind of horrible person I was that Connie would have to be so venomous about me.

  
  

  I had come online to update the world on several things here, but this wound is still raw.   0 eProps to Connie for making my life hell tonight.  Pray for us.  Maybe this will all work out for the best in the end after all.

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