Dear Gold Stars; I am not waging a war with you, I adore you and your family. I was venting in a safe space. We can just agree to disagree and move on, I don’t plan on us ever seeing each other again. I heard you were telling people: “I was too old, fat, and used to being poor, etc.” Not nice when people talk honey. I am only 7 years older than you, but have no wrinkles, Botox, restalyn, or plastic surgery and am still cute and kind. Yes, I am chubby but swim 12 laps every other day or walk 3 miles and my abundant a** got a medical scholarship to Harvard. So I may not be as materially wealthy as you but I am a good person. Set up by bad people a few times and like you, a target for false allegations and narratives when I was innocent. I am also comfortable as a bisexual, serial monogamist Christian. Who may never understand how you can “feel safe or be in love” with a man who abandoned his own flesh & blood, an infant too small to walk, talk or speak for eight years and still believe he is a “great guy.” In psychology it is called trauma bonding in a pandemic. Maybe you are naieve, maybe it is all staged or an act but denial is not a river on Egypt. And frankly, it is none of my business, it is your life and lesson(s) to learn. I always cared for you and had your back for years but you were living in the fast lane and I don’t fit your fairy tale image or do drugs so you said what you said, slept with the Leo and it is what it is, I asked you for help during the pandemic and you ignored me so our friendship is an acquaintance at best. I am over my crush, moving forward in life like you, dating someone new and you are off the market. Seasons change, life changes and new flowers bloom. In a perfect world you would have a place at the Driscoll and we would meet for brunch and share ideas and maybe partner in creative projects. Instead of you hacking my internet, replicating my websites, or stealing my ideas to claim as your own and not paying me for them. Real friends aren’t s***** wolves in sheep’s clothing who team up against you with failed love interests who seek revenge for not making the cut. I don’t lower my standards to create a fantasy publicity campaign of my perfect life. I am 100% natural, beautiful, biological female in alignment with God’s purpose for my life. I am not going back, over giving or settling for fake friends or ex lovers. The past is done, and so are toxic people from my past. I choose to love me more. Sorry we did not make the cut in our new life chapters, but I wish you the best in life. I will always cherish our unique kismet moments together. Wish we could have built a genuine friendship or something solid, but you never invested in me or took the time. C’est la vie darling, maybe in another life.
