Catharsis

Yay. We’ve finally reached the hate point. We’ve gone through the denial and the grief and now we’ve reached the fun happy happy hate point. This is just reckoning with wasted time, is what this is.

Actually, this is what the post on December 27th was supposed to be. This is how it started but I re-wrote it an vain attempt to protect some people's feelings.

Trying to blame me for the stupid appeal was a the final straw. Now, I wish I had done something with it. I’d also like to give a nice shout-out to a couple of "neutral" parties that helped stir that along. Thanks guys. Sure, we can be friends. No problem. Because a friend is someone you can speak freely in front of. I knew about it because Ray wanted me to testify against my husband and Gavin was the go-between. I had turned Ray down, even though the main point they wanted me to testify on was the fact that somone said he wasn't going to be at work because I was divorcing him.
And I’m very proud of people who are on friends lists showing posts to people who aren’t on friends lists. Okay, so it’s Live Journal drama and we can’t take anything said in words-in-boxes land seriously. Nonetheless, guess who’s off the friends list again?
Special points for the pennies incident. That was beautifully orchestrated. Thanks for the heads-up on people worth having in my life. I noticed the cup was still in the drain rack. Guess that was real important.
As for the log files, well...those have actually been there for some time. Being upset that I've unscreened something is a little like bolting the door after the horse. As for the people involved in those discussions, those logs don't really reflect you in a bad light, so I don't know why you're getting bent out of shape.
You folks can go on and on about trust issues, but to be honest, I think that trust has already been chucked out the window. You haven't really earned my trust, and your trust is so delicate and bruised by others that if it was a piece of fruit, I'd throw it away without a second thought. If you still want to be upset by what's been posted there, then I suggest you never say anything that you would be embarrassed to be called on later.
And if you really want to try to throw the sanctity of trust in my face, I feel I should ask, what you were doing digging around in the past anyway? You must have been looking for something. I never said anything about those files because of how I had found them; when one goes snooping around like that, you can’t really confront a person on those issues.
I never hear from you people unless it’s to complain or if you want something. You can try and say you’ve been neutral, but it’s pretty obvious you can’t. The results of Friday at Denny’s is pretty hard to swallow. If it’s a friendship-ending event, so be it. I’m really past the point of caring and I seem to have done pretty well without you these last two miserable months, so I don’t see why I can’t survive without you while I get my life back to where it should have been.
I don't answer the phone because I don't care what you have to say. I don't want to talk to you. I delete your messages once I find out it's you. I don't respond to your messages because you are on my ignore list. You have nothing worthwhile to add to my life. I am not interested in what you have to say.
Sorry to those who took my comments out of context. I’m sorry that you think I’m that person. I’m sorry I haven’t been there to keep the stories straight. When I say I want to clean some trash off the patio, I’m cleaning trash off the patio. That would be trash that has been there since Thanksgiving. Trash that I have asked multiple times for someone to take care of. Someone who isn’t responsible for any other part of the apartment and refuses to clean up after himself.

( People not involved in the relationship can just skip this disgusting part. )

Sorry, guys. It's really long and way more information than anyone wants.