Here’s an email message I got today.

 

[Harlan]:

This morning, a friend of mine forwarded a link to www.soveryalone.com to me, saying, "I just found this wierd website from the Bloggies award page! Does this sound like someone you know?" I think she was kidding around, but based on the time you stole my plant and the rose plant you sent me for Valentines day I am positive this is really your blog, "Harlan." And I have never been so disgusted in my entire life.

I can’t believe I used to try to be your friend, while meanwhile you were entertaining your little friends describing your creepy stalker behavior toward me. I used to feel sorry for you being fired (even though you say here that you quit, in a story so full of lies I don’t even know where to start).

I am going to say this one time, "Harlan." DO NOT EVER MENTION ME IN YOUR BLOG AGAIN. DO NOT SEND ME FLOWERS OR ANYTHING ELSE, AND DO NOT TRY TO CONTACT ME. DON’T EVEN REPLY TO THIS EMAIL If you do, I promise you that I will tell HR, "Richard" and everyone else you mention in your little blog about this, and I guarantee some of them will be a lot less fair about this than I am being.

I don’t like having to be like this, "Harlan," but you don’t leave me any choice. I am absolutely serious about this.

You need to get some help.

[Jane]

 

I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach. I’ve heard other people say that before when they’re talking about something really bad happening to them, but I’m surprised how literal that feeling is. It’s really like I’ve been punched.

I’m sure Jane is reading this, so I hope she’ll forgive me for mentioning her one last time here, as an apology: I’m so sorry I hurt you, Jane. I hope you can forgive me some day. Not that I have any right to expect it, and I promise I won’t bother you again.

I’m already set to go out to see my brother tomorrow, so I’ll be gone for a couple days. That’s for the best anyways, because I need to think about whether I ought to have this blog at all. The thought of anyone (or everyone!) else I know finding out about this is about the most humiliating thought I have ever had.