Your silence

Desiree:

The last I've heard from you was February 24, 2014. I've sent you a number of inquiries since that time and you've not responded. I must assume, then, that around that time you discovered that every email you'd ever sent me (and every one you ever will) has (and is going to) be published on your website for the world to see. I must further assume that you know you're an idiot and you say stupid shit that makes you look like a fool, and you contradict yourself constantly - and for those reasons you've decided it's probably best to just keep quiet.

It's unfortunate, I suppose, that most people do not want to be the source of another person's embarrassment when they are face to face with that person, so they will not tell you they've seen your site and read your emails. Instead, they'll pretend they had no idea that your website even existed. Then, behind your back they'll snicker and joke amongst themselves about what a fool you are...about how terrible it is what you did to your son...and what you continue to do to your son. And when you walk in the room they'll smile politely and act like your friend. If you bring it up, they'll say they feel for you and that I'm a terrible person for putting you through this. When you leave the room they'll go back to talking about what a joke you are. It's sad, I know. I feel your pain.

You'll tell yourself it doesn't matter. Nobody cares about a stupid web site and they all know you're not the one putting the stuff on there. Keep telling yourself that. Everything on your website is your own statements and a written account of your own actions. You might not be the one uploading the content, but it's sure as hell all you! And the access logs indicate that people ARE going to the site regularly.

Gee, I hope this doesn't give you a complex. I hate to think of you sitting in a meeting wondering how many of your colleagues have seen pictures of you in your underwear.

Good day Miss Capuano, and thank you for the silence.