Ok, Im just going to cap this bottle and throw it in the ocean. I made some vague remarks the other day about some major change that went down over here, and a couple of days before that, I made a comment about how I had finally gotten a bunch of stuff off my chest, and how good I felt about that.
I kinda stopped posting email quotes in here a long time ago, but since most of this story was told via email communication, it seems appropriate to write this final chapter in the same format.
To back it up slightly, for the last 4 months I have fought to do whats right at all times in this situation. Sometimes I was close to faltering, and in October, November, there were moments where I was really really close to just saying forget it and just not bothering with the dog visits anymore. Sometimes I wanted to react to her rage fueled, disrespectful treatment of me with harsh words and a counter attack, but I fought that off, and as far as I am concerned, I won out.
I dont mean with her. I dont mean that I won some battle that was going on between her and I. I mean I won out against myself. That was absolutely the longest period in my life where I have ever been able to maintain something like that. Something that was as difficult as maintaining as what was my compassion and empathy towards whatever that process of hers was. Man, the anger wanted to win.
Over time, her emails to me became more and more aggressive, the dog meetings never went off without her glaring at me and grabbing the leash from my hand without words. Sometimes that was actually amusing, but it eventually wore on me. Sometimes, I found myself thinking Id rather take a cheese grater to the backs of my legs than leash him up and walk that plank!. That wasnt good.
But I didnt falter. I owed money on our joint visa, and every month I made damned sure I payed at least 4 times the minimum payment on it, every month I put an additional 100 bux in her personal account towards the cash she had lent me and I would never falter on that.
Separately, Morgans bills were sporadic, never the same each month, so I always had to split it and tell her her half to deposit. She always did that deposit the same day.
Until last month. December saw no deposit, and I emailed her a couple of times as a reminder, but by January the 4th, she still had not done so. Eventually she emailed me saying "I told you that I would give you a check the next time I see Morgan. That's the end of it."
I responded, saying that her payment was already a month overdue, and to please just deposit it into my account. She responded saying "forget it. Just take whatever I owe you off what you owe me."
I guess that was the heavy straw:
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For you to start this email off with the phrase I told you says a lot about this current situation. Over the last 5 months, you have Told me to do many things. You have told me I am only allowed to contact you regarding Morgans visits through your work email, and even then only in response to your own sporadic requests.
That list of rules you have made goes on and on, no need for me to rehash it as I am sure you are quite aware of the list of demands you have made upon me. Over the months, and out of respect and compassion for whatever process it was that you were going through however, I obeyed your constantly changing rules. I fulfilled your demands.
As the months progressed, however, your demands upon my allowable behavior grew more and more unreasonable, yet I continued to respect your process. I was thinking that whatever was behind this anger and hatred you were presenting must have been something extremely powerful to you, but you would eventually find your way through it and find some peace and clarity, so I continued to allow you your rules.
Not once through any of that did I impose a single demand on you. I did ask for you to try to remain compassionate in return, I asked for a modicum of humanity in return for the respect I was giving you. But not once have I started a sentence with I told you and expected that that would be all it would take for you to simply do as I said. One of us had to remain compassionate and flexible because if we both took on your demeanor this would have turned into something extremely ugly. Much uglier than it apparently has already turned into. I do not accept much responsibility at this point in time on your apparent inability to deal with these things like a rational adult.
You appear to think that this is not a two way street, that you have some strange right to order me to talk a certain way, explain things a certain way, communicate when and how. You can simply do whatever you want, however you want and I am to bow down and accept whatever demands you come up with next. For almost 6 months now I have empathetically accepted your disrespectful, hateful and inhumane treatment and you havent even bothered to give a single reason for this seemingly never-ending attack of yours.
Enough.
Its extremely obvious that I have been keeping up with doing what I believe is right. Your treatment of me, and your continuous disrespect in the face of the amount of work I have been putting into my Love for the old memory of who we were when things were good -- would have made most people just say forget it by now. After that cruel and heartless email you sent me at the end of November, which you followed with yet another vindictive and cold-blooded diatribe against me as a person, most people would not have continued with any of this. I continue though. I know whats right, and I will not falter from that. But Im quite done with the rest.
As far as your debt to Morgans upkeep, I will continue to keep it completely separate from what I owe you. For us to be doing the subtractions every month regarding who owes who what is not logical as you put it. I want to be able to look at my account and be able to easily add up what I have put on your visa and towards my debt. I do not want to be in the position of trying to figure out via convoluted math ok, well, in june, he only ate $110.00, and his meds were only $40.00, so half of that was $75.00, so ..
No.
I also do not want to be simply looking at my account at the end of the year and see that I put 16 dollars towards your debt one month, 22 the next. I want this to remain clear. You seem to be far from making a trusting compromise agreement at the moment, and I want all of our financial transactions to remain clear, simple and accountable.
I will continue to put money into your account towards my debt, and I expect you to cover what you owe for your half of his bills. There will be absolutely no misunderstanding.
I do not want any checks from you for this, and we agreed on this at the end of August. From your email:
Which savings plan is it, Plan 24 savings. This sounds right, but there are several to choose from. I will deposit the full amount of $259.26 into your account as soon as I find out. This is a much better idea than cheques, but please remind me when it's my turn if his eating habits are erratic.
You are the only one making direct deposits into my account, and I assume I am the only one making direct deposits into yours. We will not be trying to track down check numbers, deposit dates etc. Not only that, there is no reason for me to be having to wait until the next time you fancy a visit before I get paid for what I have already covered for what is both of our responsibility. You are obviously only willing to set aside a day or two a month at your and only your convenience and I will not be in the position of waiting for your next little window of opportunity.
Direct deposit both ways, separate and inclusive is the only logical or acceptable solution.
Morgan visitations:
I have tried to see him, several times and each was met with no response whatsoever. That looks suspiciously like game playing to me
In November, you consistently stated things like -If I don't receive an email by 5:00 PM stating Morgan can be picked up at 5:45, I will assume it won't happen today. Another email is not required to tell me this.
If I respond and tell you that I cannot make that time, you email me back chastising me for replying when you specifically told me that an email response was not required if I couldnt make it.
Now if I obey your rules, and I dont respond to apparently allow you to assume that I can not make the dog exchange, you accuse me of playing games. Which is it?
(I doubt youll answer that question, as there is no answer.)
Monday to Thursday from 5:45 8:45 is obviously not quite sufficient. I RARELY get home before six oclock on weekdays and that has been the norm for about 2 months now. I have mentioned time and time again that these evening weekday meetings are not working and the only obvious solution is to arrange it for a weekend when we both have at least 48 hours wide open.
You keep saying how much you care for Morgan, as I well know. Well to be honest R, I dont know.
I used to think I knew, but the fact that it has now been close to two months since the last time you bothered to compromise and spare some of your free time to see him when it is so obvious that I have not been able to make the weekday meetings -- speaks volumes. Now I am left with the only impression: You telling me how much you care for Morgan is starting to sound like nothing but lip service. I am starting to believe that you really couldnt care less about him and you just dont want anybody to think that of you, so you just keep saying the words, but actions speak louder than words.
Secondly, when Nemo was so sick and he himself had to do an overnight at the vet, I emailed you to let you know. You just spent 12 years of your life living with Nemo, and I still cant believe that you couldnt even bother to reply to that email. I miss Hugo and yes, even Madassin, the little troublemaker. I have so much wanted to see them. I am just absolutely floored that you have the cold hearted ability to not even reply. He pulled through, but hes very sick. He doesnt come out much and he has mostly stopped his incessant meowing. I dont think he has much time left, but he is 15, so I guess I should be glad I got as much life as I did with him.
My communication:
You keep saying that my response to the devastating email you sent me at the end of November was arrogant, presumptuous and condescending. R, it was none of those things. It was simply honest. Admittedly, I tried to make my words sound happy for you, but I meant what I said. If you chose to take it as condescending, there is nothing I can do about that because I in no way intended it to be so.
Every couple of months now, it seems you choose to send me long, vindictive, and heartstabbing emails, which you invariably end with a dont you dare respond to this Well I have had enough of your rules.
I am getting all of this off my chest at once and you should not expect to hear any more of my thoughts on the matter, but as I said this is a two way street and I would like for you to quote ANYTHING I have ever said in my emails to you that gets even close to the vile words you have sent to me.
For example, the email you just sent me: its incredibly hypocritical of you to say to me You also have no right to say the things you did in your last emails. It was out of line and condescending
Then you end that particular paragraph with and used him as a playing piece in whatever game your twisted mind is playing
Can you explain the dichotomy of that statement to me? I have never said anything even close to that to you, and yet you both accuse me of doing so, tell me I have no right, tell me I was out of line, and continue on with telling me that my twisted mind is playing games. Do you not hear yourself?
I am not, nor have I been writing anything like that to you, and you talk about me being out of line. You should definitely be able to see that I have been doing absolutely nothing wrong.
We both have been put in the position of looking over the last few years with a question mark. I went out for beers with J in early September, we went to the Railway and after some mindless small talk, he says to me do you want to know what shes doing?
I said no, not really. I dont
He continued though, as if I didnt just say no, as he began to talk, his speech grew fast, his words closer together like he was getting excited. He started talking quite quickly about how you were seeing some big black guy . I cut him off
what did I just say?
He continued though, as though he didnt hear me and he seemed to be enjoying it. It was very strange to see him smiling like that, talking so fast, staring at me, gauging my reaction as he went on about how this guy owns his own company, and that you guys had actually gotten to know each other a few years ago, and had recently crossed paths again
I wracked my brain trying to remember anything about you telling me about some black friend of yours and of course I came up with nothing. J had to leave very shortly thereafter to catch his train. Just before he left, he said something very strange: Shes winning. As though he saw you and I in some bizarre competition.
He left to catch his train and I stayed behind trying to process what had just happened. Not just the fact that he seemed to be getting so much enjoyment out of watching my reaction to his news, not just the strange transformation I witnessed in him as he went on and on about you seeing this guy, not just the obvious emotional impact the knowledge of you seeing somebody so soon had on me, but I was also trying so hard to remember your friend. I drew a blank.
Later, I realized that J was reliving his own terrible breakup with 'S', and some of the things I had said to him were extremely reminiscent of the things that 'S' had said. He chose to get through the breakup by becoming extremely angry at her, and 8 years later, to hear him talk about his breakup, I couldnt help but notice how much unresolved anger he still holds towards her. Then I realized that he had aligned his own experience with you and the way you were dealing with things, and when I began to speak against dealing with this breakup with anger, disrespect and a lack of compassion, he ended up taking it as a personal affront against his own method of dealing with his breakup. He did exactly what you are doing, and for me to say that it was totally unproductive was an attack on him. I was 'S' to him. Thats why he got such enjoyment out of seeing my pain that night. I really think he was still lashing out at her. 8 years later. Man thats not healthy.
We both have our battles here R, we both have had a lot of time to think, and we have both hurt each other in deep deep ways over the last 5 years. Its the past though. Now today -- is the only thing I have any control over, and I still refuse to take this down some road of anger and bitterness. Whats done is done, theres no changing the past. You will have your own way of dealing with this, and it appears to be that I have to turn into some terrible monster that you can point fingers at. I am not going to give you anything new to use.
When you ask me if tomorrow is going to work to see Morgan, and I know for a fact that I will be doing a day shift in Victoria, I am going to tell you so. I am absolutely NOT playing games, and my honesty is simple proof of that. If I were to just say no, cant do tomorrow, or if I were to just not respond as you have requested on more than one occasion, that is playing games as far as I am concerned. You cannot tell me what I am allowed to say, and I would appreciate it if you would also give me a reason as to why a particular day is not going to work for you. Its not much to ask. It is simply a matter of respect for me to let you know why. You have no control over my words, but you must know by now they are not, nor with they ever be, vindictive, cruel or meant to hurt. Its simply basic communication.
no, I cant do the dog meeting tomorrow, I have to work late. Thats it. Without that, this would be an even more ridiculous situation.
Thus far this has been handled in an extremely immature way. Its time to get over it and act like grown ups. We have a dog that is both of our responsibility, and we need to be able to maintain the most basic form of communication in order to deal with the day to day responsibilities that presents.
I was extremely close to showing up at Sin City on new years eve. Last minute I changed my plans. We are going to run into each other in social situations, lets try to not allow that to ruin anybodys night.
As far as your belongings are concerned, you emailed me on October the 6th stating Regarding my belongings: Do not bring them on Saturday. I do not want them anymore.
I could only assume that this was yet another irrational outburst, so youll be happy to know I took that into account and I did not throw them out. I thought you would eventually ask for them again, so they are still here. I will collect them together over the next couple weeks and arrange for a delivery. Not the pictures though, I have not gone through them yet, so perhaps one day in the future we can figure out which ones to make copies of. I should still have all the negatives.
S
I kinda stopped posting email quotes in here a long time ago, but since most of this story was told via email communication, it seems appropriate to write this final chapter in the same format.
To back it up slightly, for the last 4 months I have fought to do whats right at all times in this situation. Sometimes I was close to faltering, and in October, November, there were moments where I was really really close to just saying forget it and just not bothering with the dog visits anymore. Sometimes I wanted to react to her rage fueled, disrespectful treatment of me with harsh words and a counter attack, but I fought that off, and as far as I am concerned, I won out.
I dont mean with her. I dont mean that I won some battle that was going on between her and I. I mean I won out against myself. That was absolutely the longest period in my life where I have ever been able to maintain something like that. Something that was as difficult as maintaining as what was my compassion and empathy towards whatever that process of hers was. Man, the anger wanted to win.
Over time, her emails to me became more and more aggressive, the dog meetings never went off without her glaring at me and grabbing the leash from my hand without words. Sometimes that was actually amusing, but it eventually wore on me. Sometimes, I found myself thinking Id rather take a cheese grater to the backs of my legs than leash him up and walk that plank!. That wasnt good.
But I didnt falter. I owed money on our joint visa, and every month I made damned sure I payed at least 4 times the minimum payment on it, every month I put an additional 100 bux in her personal account towards the cash she had lent me and I would never falter on that.
Separately, Morgans bills were sporadic, never the same each month, so I always had to split it and tell her her half to deposit. She always did that deposit the same day.
Until last month. December saw no deposit, and I emailed her a couple of times as a reminder, but by January the 4th, she still had not done so. Eventually she emailed me saying "I told you that I would give you a check the next time I see Morgan. That's the end of it."
I responded, saying that her payment was already a month overdue, and to please just deposit it into my account. She responded saying "forget it. Just take whatever I owe you off what you owe me."
I guess that was the heavy straw:
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For you to start this email off with the phrase I told you says a lot about this current situation. Over the last 5 months, you have Told me to do many things. You have told me I am only allowed to contact you regarding Morgans visits through your work email, and even then only in response to your own sporadic requests.
That list of rules you have made goes on and on, no need for me to rehash it as I am sure you are quite aware of the list of demands you have made upon me. Over the months, and out of respect and compassion for whatever process it was that you were going through however, I obeyed your constantly changing rules. I fulfilled your demands.
As the months progressed, however, your demands upon my allowable behavior grew more and more unreasonable, yet I continued to respect your process. I was thinking that whatever was behind this anger and hatred you were presenting must have been something extremely powerful to you, but you would eventually find your way through it and find some peace and clarity, so I continued to allow you your rules.
Not once through any of that did I impose a single demand on you. I did ask for you to try to remain compassionate in return, I asked for a modicum of humanity in return for the respect I was giving you. But not once have I started a sentence with I told you and expected that that would be all it would take for you to simply do as I said. One of us had to remain compassionate and flexible because if we both took on your demeanor this would have turned into something extremely ugly. Much uglier than it apparently has already turned into. I do not accept much responsibility at this point in time on your apparent inability to deal with these things like a rational adult.
You appear to think that this is not a two way street, that you have some strange right to order me to talk a certain way, explain things a certain way, communicate when and how. You can simply do whatever you want, however you want and I am to bow down and accept whatever demands you come up with next. For almost 6 months now I have empathetically accepted your disrespectful, hateful and inhumane treatment and you havent even bothered to give a single reason for this seemingly never-ending attack of yours.
Enough.
Its extremely obvious that I have been keeping up with doing what I believe is right. Your treatment of me, and your continuous disrespect in the face of the amount of work I have been putting into my Love for the old memory of who we were when things were good -- would have made most people just say forget it by now. After that cruel and heartless email you sent me at the end of November, which you followed with yet another vindictive and cold-blooded diatribe against me as a person, most people would not have continued with any of this. I continue though. I know whats right, and I will not falter from that. But Im quite done with the rest.
As far as your debt to Morgans upkeep, I will continue to keep it completely separate from what I owe you. For us to be doing the subtractions every month regarding who owes who what is not logical as you put it. I want to be able to look at my account and be able to easily add up what I have put on your visa and towards my debt. I do not want to be in the position of trying to figure out via convoluted math ok, well, in june, he only ate $110.00, and his meds were only $40.00, so half of that was $75.00, so ..
No.
I also do not want to be simply looking at my account at the end of the year and see that I put 16 dollars towards your debt one month, 22 the next. I want this to remain clear. You seem to be far from making a trusting compromise agreement at the moment, and I want all of our financial transactions to remain clear, simple and accountable.
I will continue to put money into your account towards my debt, and I expect you to cover what you owe for your half of his bills. There will be absolutely no misunderstanding.
I do not want any checks from you for this, and we agreed on this at the end of August. From your email:
Which savings plan is it, Plan 24 savings. This sounds right, but there are several to choose from. I will deposit the full amount of $259.26 into your account as soon as I find out. This is a much better idea than cheques, but please remind me when it's my turn if his eating habits are erratic.
You are the only one making direct deposits into my account, and I assume I am the only one making direct deposits into yours. We will not be trying to track down check numbers, deposit dates etc. Not only that, there is no reason for me to be having to wait until the next time you fancy a visit before I get paid for what I have already covered for what is both of our responsibility. You are obviously only willing to set aside a day or two a month at your and only your convenience and I will not be in the position of waiting for your next little window of opportunity.
Direct deposit both ways, separate and inclusive is the only logical or acceptable solution.
Morgan visitations:
I have tried to see him, several times and each was met with no response whatsoever. That looks suspiciously like game playing to me
In November, you consistently stated things like -If I don't receive an email by 5:00 PM stating Morgan can be picked up at 5:45, I will assume it won't happen today. Another email is not required to tell me this.
If I respond and tell you that I cannot make that time, you email me back chastising me for replying when you specifically told me that an email response was not required if I couldnt make it.
Now if I obey your rules, and I dont respond to apparently allow you to assume that I can not make the dog exchange, you accuse me of playing games. Which is it?
(I doubt youll answer that question, as there is no answer.)
Monday to Thursday from 5:45 8:45 is obviously not quite sufficient. I RARELY get home before six oclock on weekdays and that has been the norm for about 2 months now. I have mentioned time and time again that these evening weekday meetings are not working and the only obvious solution is to arrange it for a weekend when we both have at least 48 hours wide open.
You keep saying how much you care for Morgan, as I well know. Well to be honest R, I dont know.
I used to think I knew, but the fact that it has now been close to two months since the last time you bothered to compromise and spare some of your free time to see him when it is so obvious that I have not been able to make the weekday meetings -- speaks volumes. Now I am left with the only impression: You telling me how much you care for Morgan is starting to sound like nothing but lip service. I am starting to believe that you really couldnt care less about him and you just dont want anybody to think that of you, so you just keep saying the words, but actions speak louder than words.
Secondly, when Nemo was so sick and he himself had to do an overnight at the vet, I emailed you to let you know. You just spent 12 years of your life living with Nemo, and I still cant believe that you couldnt even bother to reply to that email. I miss Hugo and yes, even Madassin, the little troublemaker. I have so much wanted to see them. I am just absolutely floored that you have the cold hearted ability to not even reply. He pulled through, but hes very sick. He doesnt come out much and he has mostly stopped his incessant meowing. I dont think he has much time left, but he is 15, so I guess I should be glad I got as much life as I did with him.
My communication:
You keep saying that my response to the devastating email you sent me at the end of November was arrogant, presumptuous and condescending. R, it was none of those things. It was simply honest. Admittedly, I tried to make my words sound happy for you, but I meant what I said. If you chose to take it as condescending, there is nothing I can do about that because I in no way intended it to be so.
Every couple of months now, it seems you choose to send me long, vindictive, and heartstabbing emails, which you invariably end with a dont you dare respond to this Well I have had enough of your rules.
I am getting all of this off my chest at once and you should not expect to hear any more of my thoughts on the matter, but as I said this is a two way street and I would like for you to quote ANYTHING I have ever said in my emails to you that gets even close to the vile words you have sent to me.
For example, the email you just sent me: its incredibly hypocritical of you to say to me You also have no right to say the things you did in your last emails. It was out of line and condescending
Then you end that particular paragraph with and used him as a playing piece in whatever game your twisted mind is playing
Can you explain the dichotomy of that statement to me? I have never said anything even close to that to you, and yet you both accuse me of doing so, tell me I have no right, tell me I was out of line, and continue on with telling me that my twisted mind is playing games. Do you not hear yourself?
I am not, nor have I been writing anything like that to you, and you talk about me being out of line. You should definitely be able to see that I have been doing absolutely nothing wrong.
We both have been put in the position of looking over the last few years with a question mark. I went out for beers with J in early September, we went to the Railway and after some mindless small talk, he says to me do you want to know what shes doing?
I said no, not really. I dont
He continued though, as if I didnt just say no, as he began to talk, his speech grew fast, his words closer together like he was getting excited. He started talking quite quickly about how you were seeing some big black guy . I cut him off
what did I just say?
He continued though, as though he didnt hear me and he seemed to be enjoying it. It was very strange to see him smiling like that, talking so fast, staring at me, gauging my reaction as he went on about how this guy owns his own company, and that you guys had actually gotten to know each other a few years ago, and had recently crossed paths again
I wracked my brain trying to remember anything about you telling me about some black friend of yours and of course I came up with nothing. J had to leave very shortly thereafter to catch his train. Just before he left, he said something very strange: Shes winning. As though he saw you and I in some bizarre competition.
He left to catch his train and I stayed behind trying to process what had just happened. Not just the fact that he seemed to be getting so much enjoyment out of watching my reaction to his news, not just the strange transformation I witnessed in him as he went on and on about you seeing this guy, not just the obvious emotional impact the knowledge of you seeing somebody so soon had on me, but I was also trying so hard to remember your friend. I drew a blank.
Later, I realized that J was reliving his own terrible breakup with 'S', and some of the things I had said to him were extremely reminiscent of the things that 'S' had said. He chose to get through the breakup by becoming extremely angry at her, and 8 years later, to hear him talk about his breakup, I couldnt help but notice how much unresolved anger he still holds towards her. Then I realized that he had aligned his own experience with you and the way you were dealing with things, and when I began to speak against dealing with this breakup with anger, disrespect and a lack of compassion, he ended up taking it as a personal affront against his own method of dealing with his breakup. He did exactly what you are doing, and for me to say that it was totally unproductive was an attack on him. I was 'S' to him. Thats why he got such enjoyment out of seeing my pain that night. I really think he was still lashing out at her. 8 years later. Man thats not healthy.
We both have our battles here R, we both have had a lot of time to think, and we have both hurt each other in deep deep ways over the last 5 years. Its the past though. Now today -- is the only thing I have any control over, and I still refuse to take this down some road of anger and bitterness. Whats done is done, theres no changing the past. You will have your own way of dealing with this, and it appears to be that I have to turn into some terrible monster that you can point fingers at. I am not going to give you anything new to use.
When you ask me if tomorrow is going to work to see Morgan, and I know for a fact that I will be doing a day shift in Victoria, I am going to tell you so. I am absolutely NOT playing games, and my honesty is simple proof of that. If I were to just say no, cant do tomorrow, or if I were to just not respond as you have requested on more than one occasion, that is playing games as far as I am concerned. You cannot tell me what I am allowed to say, and I would appreciate it if you would also give me a reason as to why a particular day is not going to work for you. Its not much to ask. It is simply a matter of respect for me to let you know why. You have no control over my words, but you must know by now they are not, nor with they ever be, vindictive, cruel or meant to hurt. Its simply basic communication.
no, I cant do the dog meeting tomorrow, I have to work late. Thats it. Without that, this would be an even more ridiculous situation.
Thus far this has been handled in an extremely immature way. Its time to get over it and act like grown ups. We have a dog that is both of our responsibility, and we need to be able to maintain the most basic form of communication in order to deal with the day to day responsibilities that presents.
I was extremely close to showing up at Sin City on new years eve. Last minute I changed my plans. We are going to run into each other in social situations, lets try to not allow that to ruin anybodys night.
As far as your belongings are concerned, you emailed me on October the 6th stating Regarding my belongings: Do not bring them on Saturday. I do not want them anymore.
I could only assume that this was yet another irrational outburst, so youll be happy to know I took that into account and I did not throw them out. I thought you would eventually ask for them again, so they are still here. I will collect them together over the next couple weeks and arrange for a delivery. Not the pictures though, I have not gone through them yet, so perhaps one day in the future we can figure out which ones to make copies of. I should still have all the negatives.
S
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All I got to say is your mannerism in all this is upstanding and proper. Can you teach me how to do that?