So you say I’ve let you down, Rafa Menéndez.
Two short sentences, and you ban me from your mail, your phone, your life. I had to swallow my sadness and my humiliation when you lied to your wife, telling her all those love SMS she found on your mobile were from me, and not from your real, married lover. Who are you to preach truth to me, you sanctimonious prick?
How many times have you let me down? Hundreds – and I stood by your side. I stood by your side even all those times I knew you were lying to me, betraying me, hurting me. I stood by your side when you felt lonely and forgotten. I stood by you and I saved your sanity when no one else would – you said so yourself.
Now that you have all you ever wanted, I’m expendable, like the crew of the spaceship who found the Alien ship. You have no time to waste on a friend who is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, depression and anorexia. There’s no place in your happy brave new world for a sick friend.
Heaven has no limits, as you say. But heaven is not vast enough for someone who destroys a friend in cold blood, a friend who always loved you – not with her words, but with her deeds.
Where in Heaven will you find your Vicky? you asked on Twitter. The answer is nowhere: whited sepulchres – such as both of you are – will be turned down at the Pearly Gates. Your own Jesus Christ said so.
You measured two stupid sentences against years of love and faithfulness, and decided that two sentences weighted more than those years of loyalty. So you banned me from your life. Do not feed me the lame excuse that I was rude. It was a sham, and you know it. And so do I.
You are not the man I thought you were, Rafael Menéndez. You are as cold and hard as the iceberg that sunk the Titanic. Rafa Menéndez, I don’t “lean” on you. I never have. And I don’t need such an unforgiving, self-righteous, hypocrite prick as a friend. So utterly conceited, so stupidly vain. You are, you know, expendable.
Don’t give me no more of your “advice”. Any “advice” from such a small, mean, selfish heart as yours is execrable. You will be very happy; people with no conscience usually are.
The Princess.
