I think I scared the office a little with my outburst today. I didn’t see it coming, you understand, but I also hadn’t realised how much anger I actually have towards you. Without going too much into it, I’ve always reserved a special level of disgust for men who womanise, cheat and take advantage of women. Especially men who believe, whether deservingly or undeservingly, that they have the ability to do so and grab their thus-perceived superpower with both hands (and that other appendage).
I know you’re not the only ass to walk the face of the earth, but it’s different for me this time. You see, I wouldn’t like you very much anyway if you were doing this to other women, but when you do this to a friend I care about very much, it becomes personal. I know all those excuses about how it takes two hands to clap, and I don’t attempt even for a second to absolve the other party from some of the blame, but unfortunately, I’m biased. This is my friend we’re talking about, and you’re the jerk who’s ruining her self-esteem and some of the most exciting times of her life.
Nevertheless, I’m done getting angry on her behalf – or at least, I will try to be done. I rarely dislike someone so thoroughly and violently, but worse than a man who cheats and takes advantage of women is a man who does it without guilt while (and perhaps partly because) others keep defending him for whatever reason.
I wish I could expose you for what you have done, but it is not my story to tell. Maybe someday she will be strong enough to tell you what you need to hear to your face; I certainly hope so. Until then, I should take up kick-boxing and hope this gets everything out of my system.
