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Ok, so the thing about this reappearing Michael email that's got me all cranky is that I'm tired of folks feeling the need to relieve their consciences on me. I got enough of that last summer, with the whole, "by the way, your dad cheated on your mom with me, and I nearly had his baby twice only I aborted it once and miscarried the other time. And your parents beat each other up, and everyone hated everyone else, and everyone was on drugs, and sometimes threatened to kill each other. Oh yeah, and your dad had himself committed. And you were four, and got to watch it all."
That whole situation screwed me up for months, and the only reason she told me was because she felt bad about all of it. And that's what his email feels like--like he feels bad about what happened and wants to make himself feel better.
And I'm just tired of being dumped on with falsely altruistic confessions, is all.

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I guess the thing about admitting that things are a little overwhelming right now is that I have very cool friends who will not let me wallow, no matter how cranky and unattractive and twelve years old I might be feeling. As a result, I was peer pressured into going to happy hour, and afterwards had made it almost all the way into my apartment before Jean and Michael kidnapped me for an evening of sushi and talking about that boy I like.

Pete made me a myspace thingy because he and Jonas and all of them are on it, and I had to learn how to log into it today because a friend from high school was apparently trying to get in touch with my. I still think myspace is silly, but I do appreciate that it delivered Viet to me.

So in the interest of full disclosure, this was the email:

Samantha,

Wow. It’s been a very long time. What can I say except for I’m sorry. I really feel bad about how I left shit - It’s one of my shortcomings. It was nothing personal….well, personal to me I guess.

Anyway, I feel like a real asshole. I went to the Zoo tonight – my first time there. It made me think of you. In fact, I think about you more than you might imagine. I think we had very good chemistry….

For the record, I do think this is a VERY bad idea. However, I’m finally doing it – giving in to my irrational side.…

I just want to say that I hope you’re doing well, and that I do still think of you….

~m

It came to me on Sunday morning, and Sunday night I answered with just, "In fact, it was quite personal. But I appreciate the apology. Thanks."

I just want to fold that fellow out of my life at this point.

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P.S., my toilet appears to be flushing itself relatively often. Maybe I'm haunted by a ghost with IBS?