My Dear Friend ~
I am so, so sorry I hurt your feelings last night. I truly did not mean to. I was genuinely trying to engage in loving, playful banter that in my mind was innocent; even the subject matter. Honestly! I'm definitely in the camp of outrageous, controversial sarcastic-wit folks. But I never ever thought anything negative about you or your anatomy in any way. And I am still shocked that people in general are still so sensitive about certain things in this day and age.
As if I'm not sensitive about things though! I was simply thoughtless and careless and rather stupid and insensitive, and it was entirely unintended! Too much booze and pot.
It's no wonder my type of man is a cop (or retired cop)! These kinds of problems would never come up for us, being that we are immune to being hurt in any way by each other's banter! I keep forgetting that not everyone gets my personality!
Oh God, I hope and pray that you will forgive me, my friend! I love and respect you so much!
Sincerely, Judy
IMPORTANT: Nobody but you knows who I'm talking to, and nobody but you knows the subject matter, and nobody but you ever shall!
Mostly About My FOO (family of origin), And My Recovery From Them -- "If you know your mother doesn't tell you the truth, don't keep acting like she does." ~ Iyanla Vanzant "If you know that your father has a tendency to not honor his word, don't keep trusting he's going to do what he says he's going to do (just) because he's your father." ~ Iyanla Vanzant
2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See