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I finally have some follow-up to post to this bit of drama relating to Summer House of Sumbuns.
Well, after months and months of non-contact, I received this email from her:
Dear Morgan,
I am just now getting back to where I can use the internet again. I am sorry that I disappointed you so. My life literally fell apart and I had no way of even getting to your diapers more so contacting you to do so. I will be sending out a box of stuff to you later this week. It should more than compensate you for your wait. It is about $500 worth of stuff. I just retrieved it all from storage. Hope you are well and congratulations on your new baby. Thanks for always being a friend to me. You were very good to me with out question. There should be more people like you in the world.
Summer
My first reaction was to just ignore the email, until I was contacted by A,, the other lady who did work for her. A., who is also owed a lot of money, diapers, and fabric (which actually belonged to A. and was supposed to be used to make diapers for her), was told a different story when Summer also emailed her out of the blue -- that Summer had cut people out of her life due to the Crazy Emotional Drama of the Week, not that she was in some way physically hampered from sending out diapers or contacting people in any way. A. met Summer at her storage unit to get her diapers/fabric, only to discover that Summer had almost none of it. Summer told A that she didn't know where A.'s stuff or my stuff was. Upon hearing this, I decided I would actually respond to Summer, rather than ignoring her:
That’s interesting that you say you have a box of stuff for me, when you just told A. yesterday that you don’t know where it is. She and I have discussed the emails we received from you, as well as what you told her in person at your meeting at the storage unit, and the stories don’t seem to quite match up. Honestly, I’ll believe you’re actually sending me something when it arrives at my house and not before then. I hope this time you’ll show that you can live up to promises, but I’m not holding my breath or planning my diaper buying around you. I’ve already learned from that mistake.
To which, no-longer-contrite Summer flies totally off the handle:
You know what Morgan, Kiss my ass! I told A nothing of the sort. Your diapers were not even spoken of. So yeah, have fun comparing stories, talking shit, trying to figure out what is true and what is not. What a constructive way to fill your time. I hope it brings you both lots and lots of stuff to girl it up about.... aw good times good times.
She also sent an email with a picture of a (small, not $200 worth) stack of diapers that I guess were supposedly mine, along with this nasty little note:
So sad that none of these will fit. And that they are lost, no stolen by the members of Sesame Street, no no, pirates ridding sharks who are on fire and shoot laser beams out of there eyes and shoot rainbows out of their asses when they fart!
My response was that a photograph proved nothing, but a delivery confirmation notice of the diapers being shipped would, and that would put the matter to rest as far as I'm concerned. I also said that name-calling was pointless -- it didn't have any emotional impact, as I'm no longer emotionally invested in her. I'm clearly not interested concerned with maintaining a friendship at this point, just getting paid. I said if she were really interested in coming out looking like a somewhat honest person, she'd send the diapers to me and everyone else who was still owed them. This was when the real crazy email came!
I am in no way shape or form interested in "proving my honesty" to you. You can use your pretty words, which are indeed beautiful, but have no meaning to me what so ever. Good bye again Morgan. I will be doing all I can to block your e-mails after this is sent. I do wish you the best. I just can't even begin to discuss this with someone who is going to sit there and lie herself while pointing out my flaws... take a look at those four finger pointing back and you while your finger wags at me. I am going to go and live my life now. Thanks for being apart of mine for all these years, I always saw you as a beautiful person and always feared the gnash of your teeth when crossed. You can talk your way in or out of anything, why else would I have hired you. I hope you continue to further your writing and find all the joys life has to offer and live a truly blessed and full life. Seriously, nothing but love for you!
I'm not sure what it is I'm lying about (being owed diapers? being told I'd be paid for my time? people being ripped off? talking to A? having fingers?), but I have to say, I'm getting a kick out of these emails! Summer is not only a liar and a thief, she's abso-fucking-crazy! I shared the emails with A for her reading pleasure, since she was also getting crazy ugly emails/IMs from Summer.
PH34R MY GNASHING TEETH!
Anyone want to make bets on whether or not said diapers will actually show up?
Well, after months and months of non-contact, I received this email from her:
Dear Morgan,
I am just now getting back to where I can use the internet again. I am sorry that I disappointed you so. My life literally fell apart and I had no way of even getting to your diapers more so contacting you to do so. I will be sending out a box of stuff to you later this week. It should more than compensate you for your wait. It is about $500 worth of stuff. I just retrieved it all from storage. Hope you are well and congratulations on your new baby. Thanks for always being a friend to me. You were very good to me with out question. There should be more people like you in the world.
Summer
My first reaction was to just ignore the email, until I was contacted by A,, the other lady who did work for her. A., who is also owed a lot of money, diapers, and fabric (which actually belonged to A. and was supposed to be used to make diapers for her), was told a different story when Summer also emailed her out of the blue -- that Summer had cut people out of her life due to the Crazy Emotional Drama of the Week, not that she was in some way physically hampered from sending out diapers or contacting people in any way. A. met Summer at her storage unit to get her diapers/fabric, only to discover that Summer had almost none of it. Summer told A that she didn't know where A.'s stuff or my stuff was. Upon hearing this, I decided I would actually respond to Summer, rather than ignoring her:
That’s interesting that you say you have a box of stuff for me, when you just told A. yesterday that you don’t know where it is. She and I have discussed the emails we received from you, as well as what you told her in person at your meeting at the storage unit, and the stories don’t seem to quite match up. Honestly, I’ll believe you’re actually sending me something when it arrives at my house and not before then. I hope this time you’ll show that you can live up to promises, but I’m not holding my breath or planning my diaper buying around you. I’ve already learned from that mistake.
To which, no-longer-contrite Summer flies totally off the handle:
You know what Morgan, Kiss my ass! I told A nothing of the sort. Your diapers were not even spoken of. So yeah, have fun comparing stories, talking shit, trying to figure out what is true and what is not. What a constructive way to fill your time. I hope it brings you both lots and lots of stuff to girl it up about.... aw good times good times.
She also sent an email with a picture of a (small, not $200 worth) stack of diapers that I guess were supposedly mine, along with this nasty little note:
So sad that none of these will fit. And that they are lost, no stolen by the members of Sesame Street, no no, pirates ridding sharks who are on fire and shoot laser beams out of there eyes and shoot rainbows out of their asses when they fart!
My response was that a photograph proved nothing, but a delivery confirmation notice of the diapers being shipped would, and that would put the matter to rest as far as I'm concerned. I also said that name-calling was pointless -- it didn't have any emotional impact, as I'm no longer emotionally invested in her. I'm clearly not interested concerned with maintaining a friendship at this point, just getting paid. I said if she were really interested in coming out looking like a somewhat honest person, she'd send the diapers to me and everyone else who was still owed them. This was when the real crazy email came!
I am in no way shape or form interested in "proving my honesty" to you. You can use your pretty words, which are indeed beautiful, but have no meaning to me what so ever. Good bye again Morgan. I will be doing all I can to block your e-mails after this is sent. I do wish you the best. I just can't even begin to discuss this with someone who is going to sit there and lie herself while pointing out my flaws... take a look at those four finger pointing back and you while your finger wags at me. I am going to go and live my life now. Thanks for being apart of mine for all these years, I always saw you as a beautiful person and always feared the gnash of your teeth when crossed. You can talk your way in or out of anything, why else would I have hired you. I hope you continue to further your writing and find all the joys life has to offer and live a truly blessed and full life. Seriously, nothing but love for you!
I'm not sure what it is I'm lying about (being owed diapers? being told I'd be paid for my time? people being ripped off? talking to A? having fingers?), but I have to say, I'm getting a kick out of these emails! Summer is not only a liar and a thief, she's abso-fucking-crazy! I shared the emails with A for her reading pleasure, since she was also getting crazy ugly emails/IMs from Summer.
PH34R MY GNASHING TEETH!
Anyone want to make bets on whether or not said diapers will actually show up?