Amazing!!
Goldilocks,
I’m writing to you with a mix of anger and hurt, trying to process the chaos you’ve left in your wake. You came into my home, into my life, and treated it like it was your own personal playground. You touched my spaghetti, broke my chair, and slept in my bed. The fact that you felt so comfortable, so entitled, is infuriating.
Your actions were not just careless, they were a blatant disregard for my boundaries and my property. You ate my food, without even asking, and left a mess behind. The chair was broken, and I’m left to deal with the consequences of your thoughtlessness. And to top it all off, you slept in my bed, where I lay my head every night, where I feel most vulnerable. It’s like you had no regard for my feelings or my space.
What really gets my blood boiling is that you touched my spaghetti. My spaghetti! It’s not just a meal, it’s mine. It’s a part of my daily life, my routine, my comfort. And you just went ahead and devoured it, without even thinking twice. It’s like you thought you had the right to take whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it. Newsflash: you didn’t.
I’m angry, Goldilocks, and I’m hurt. I thought we had something real, something meaningful. But now I see that it was all just a facade. You were just using me, using my home, using my things, without any consideration for how I might feel. I’m not going to sugarcoat it, it hurts. It hurts a lot.
Despite all this, I’m choosing to let go of my anger. I’m choosing to forgive you, not for your sake, but for mine. Holding onto this resentment is eating away at me, and I don’t want to give you that power. I deserve better, and so do you. I hope you can learn from your mistakes, and treat others with the respect and kindness they deserve. You need to go home now, and I need to start healing. I wish you all the best, and I hope our paths never cross again.
Sincerely,
[Your Name]
