How a Simple Promise Led Me Down a Twisted Path of Deception and Dark Humor—You Won’t Believe What Happened Next!
[When I hoped someone in this exhausting exchange would finally buy my book, I didn’t intend for it to be me!]
Thank you for your honesty. Thank you for your directness. And thank you for holding me to a higher standard. You made me better just by asking the question.
[And, now I fail my vow to longer use sarcasm!]
From: [Me]
Sent: Wednesday, September 2, 2026 3:30 PM
To: “Heather”
Subject: Re: The Unknowable Mystery of Love: A Strategic Vision for A Version of the Truth
“Heather”, sweetie, let’s see if I understand your goal. You are asking me to buy a copy of my own book for you, which was after I refused to send you my manuscript, and that was after I challenged you to buy it yourself? I keep thinking of my high school boyfriend, Jimmy Lee Cridler. He tore up my parents’ front landscaping with his souped-up Camaro, then tried to get my father to pay for his carwash. And you’re thanking me for holding you to a higher standard? What are your low standards? Whatever they are, in my mind I’m watching you disappear into the sunset, possibly in a Camaro.
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