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But, alas! the bullshit drama isn’t tired of me.

Last night Jayne LeGro wrote back. A whoozy of a letter – what it lacks in prose style, it makes up in venom. The lackluster prose style does make it a bit difficult to slog through but for anyone interested in the ongoing saga I reproduce it below.

I guess I’m supposed to feel ashamed because I tried to establish friendly relations between the two households.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family. The one bright spot was Annie’s first husband Rik who actively maintained a familial relationship with us all even after Annie and he divorced. When he remarried, his wife Janet became part of the family network.

I always thought this was a positive thing, and indeed their relationship is something of a model in my eyes for how people should deal with former spouses: Love changes, but it doesn’t go away.

I guess this is radical notion, right up there with unions and single-payer healthcare.

Jayne LeGro is a small town girl with a small, dour, humorless mind, clenched as tightly as George W. Bush’s asshole. The real reason for that wedgie up her snatch apparently is that Ben occasionally repairs things around my house. Hello! His son lives here. Maybe that’s why he wants things to be in good working order.

Fuck her. I’m not even going to reply. It must suck being her. That’s its own punishment.

( Jayne LeGro stamps her foot )