Saturday, January 13, 2007
(3:53 PM) | Anonymous:
Clarifying matters
Hello, Weblog faithful. I imagine this post might come as a surprise to you—generally my participation on the front page has been confined to Tuesday Hatred. I have to admit, after Adam gave me my walking papers, I didn't anticipate a return to posting here; I thought I would just leave the place behind, let things run on as Adam intended, for he obviously has a plan. I'm sorry, therefore, to disturb the front page again. But I'm more sorry that it's necessary.You see, when Adam opted not to renew my contract, although I was hurt, I didn't think too much of it. But then I saw that he had given the job to Claire, at a time when, as he knew, our relationship was, well, a little rocky. I viewed this as a sign that I was unwelcome around here, especially when Claire began devoting ever-increasing space in her posts to what remained of our relationship, with no comment from Adam, who knew the truth of the matter.
“The truth of the matter”, I say, and not without purpose. For Claire's posts have been, oh, I don't want to say that they've contained lies, but they have misrepresented the situation—to her own advantage, of course. I didn't think that would matter; we are, or at least, I am, an adult, and the other readers and posters at The Weblog are able to tell when a situation is private. Or so I thought, until I noticed that Adam's pet jumped-up restaurant reviewer had decided to stalk me and spout warrantless accusations. It's this that has finally prompted this post.
You see, Claire presents herself in this space as being concerned at my distance, both physical and metaphorical. She claims to be upset that, for instance, I spend all my time at work. She's obviously attempting to drum up sympathy for herself, and animosity towards me, and indeed, each of us would deserve those feelings were the actual state of affairs as she represents it. But in private, she's completely different. It's true that I do spend a lot of time at work lately, but when I was home more often, all I got was a neverending stream of abuse and insults. And I mean real abuse—I'm a scrawny person, and Claire, as those of you who know her know, is strong. I don't enjoy my work. It's the only escape I have from Claire's emotional and physical tyranny, a tyranny she's extending into the online realm. Adam knows the truth; his lack of defense for me, much less sympathy, shows that, at the least, he's decided I no longer deserve his friendship. I wouldn't be surprised if he's taken up with Claire, to be honest. Very well: I know when I'm not wanted. This is the last time I'll darken The Weblog's door. Just remember: Claire isn't to be trusted. You'll either take my advice now, or too late.
