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Dear Sarah Hutchison,
You are a crazy bitch.
Not only did you cheat on the poor guy for a year (that he's aware of), but then after he leaves you for said cheating, you harrass him with phone calls and "I love you" text messages after finding out he has a new girlfriend.
You show up at his - and her - workplace, and follow him around like a fucking puppy while he tries to do his job and ignore you as much as possible without setting you off to scream at him, like the nutcase you are, in front of all of the regulars.
You show up at HIS house (you signed the papers, remember?) a bit before his birthday with a $3000 drum kit for him in hopes of getting him back, and refuse to take it back or leave, when he tells you he won't accept it.
Then, when we returned from our absolutely wonderful weekend at the Windsor for his birthday, we come back to work to find out that you've been telling not only our colleagues, but also his mother's workmates, that you are still his girlfriend and that everything is just dandy.
You are a dellusional, psycho, fucking slag.
Then, on the same day, as I'm taking my break in the bar, chatting to Zac while it was quiet, you SHOW UP. AGAIN. And have the audacity to give him the laptop computer that he had on lay-by at Retra-vision. You just decided, of your own accord, to go in and pay the rest of it off and walk out with it, because you knew that Corey would know who you were.
I never knew what it was like to hate someone so much until you took up space and time in my life. And this isn't even half of what happened in the first five months. There was the Queensland saga. We thought you'd finally be gone for good. I'm not even getting into that one.
By the sixth month, it got worse. Some guy you and Zac both know was in the bar and met me, and then told you who I was. The next night, after I finished work, Dukey (a regular from the bar) wanted me to meet his girlfriend. And guess what, as Zac was hanging the sheets in the TAB for the next day, you were there, following him around, talking in his ear about whatever. So Dukey thought it would be funny to introduce me to his girlfriend, very loudly, as "Meg, Zac's girlfriend". You cracked the shits, abused Zac, and stormed out.
BUT! It wasn't over. You later came back, as the bar was being closed, to abuse him some more.
Zac was feeling pretty shitty and embarrassed, so he asked me to wait for him while he closed the bar, and played some songs for me on the juke box. Then, as we went to Coles to get something for dinner, we talked and everything was fine, even though I was pretty upset about the fact that you had been making it nearly impossible for us to have a normal relationship.
Little did I know, you were waiting outside the supermarket to attack me, and "promise" me that you were going to slit my throat. I can't remember how many times you said it...sorry, screamed it.
I wanted to beat the absolute living daylights out of you. If Zac hadn't have pulled you away from me, and maybe if I weren't a decent human being, I would have beat the shit out of you despite his efforts. How dare you kick me, throw things at me, and say such things. What kind of a person are you? Not much of one.
Then after ten minutes of screaming at him in the carpark, getting in your car and threatening to smash his car (after you'd already keyed it), and more screaming death threats at me, he drove away hoping that you would follow him so that I would be safe.
We met back at my house, after he had to lose you in a car chase, and you didn't stop calling him. Then, as we realised there was something very valuable in his house, we got in my mum's car and she drove us to Rosebud to retrieve it. Of course, on the way he got a message from you saying "If you aren't here in five minutes, I'm breaking a window." So he snuck in the back door to avoid you, and then we drove back home.
Home, where I got so mad that I threw things, kicked things, cried, and yelled at people. And all he could do was sit there. Because he said he felt so unbelievably guilty for allowing you to infect my happy life and turn me into a negative nancy. Yes, I let it get to me. Because I'd had enough, and there was nothing I could do about it.
And hearing his voicemail ten minutes later, with you crying, saying "I love you so much, I need you. Please call me" made me want to beat you even more.
If you ever come near me, Zac, our workplace, or call him or the pub - you'd better count on the fact that I will kick the shit out of you and the break your nose. And try asking your best mate Dean (who hates you, by the way. He set Zac up with me and calls you the nastiest names I've heard) about whether or not I'm capable. Because you'd better believe he's good at what he does and he's good at teaching it, too. And he was fucking appauled and furious when Zac told him what you did.
And after all this, you have the audacity to leave Zac a message saying you've used him as a reference on your resume, and to expect a call from some lady. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. You fucking idiot. He told her he was too busy to talk to her and hasn't heard since.
Eat shit and die, for all I care.
Because guess what, we're buying a house. And in that house, we're going to have a family.
Fuck you, you disgusting excuse for a human being. Find someone else's life to ruin, because you only made our relationship stronger by trying to fuck with us.
This is the End for you and your crap.
You're over.
Sincerely,
Meg (Zac's girlfriend)
You are a crazy bitch.
Not only did you cheat on the poor guy for a year (that he's aware of), but then after he leaves you for said cheating, you harrass him with phone calls and "I love you" text messages after finding out he has a new girlfriend.
You show up at his - and her - workplace, and follow him around like a fucking puppy while he tries to do his job and ignore you as much as possible without setting you off to scream at him, like the nutcase you are, in front of all of the regulars.
You show up at HIS house (you signed the papers, remember?) a bit before his birthday with a $3000 drum kit for him in hopes of getting him back, and refuse to take it back or leave, when he tells you he won't accept it.
Then, when we returned from our absolutely wonderful weekend at the Windsor for his birthday, we come back to work to find out that you've been telling not only our colleagues, but also his mother's workmates, that you are still his girlfriend and that everything is just dandy.
You are a dellusional, psycho, fucking slag.
Then, on the same day, as I'm taking my break in the bar, chatting to Zac while it was quiet, you SHOW UP. AGAIN. And have the audacity to give him the laptop computer that he had on lay-by at Retra-vision. You just decided, of your own accord, to go in and pay the rest of it off and walk out with it, because you knew that Corey would know who you were.
I never knew what it was like to hate someone so much until you took up space and time in my life. And this isn't even half of what happened in the first five months. There was the Queensland saga. We thought you'd finally be gone for good. I'm not even getting into that one.
By the sixth month, it got worse. Some guy you and Zac both know was in the bar and met me, and then told you who I was. The next night, after I finished work, Dukey (a regular from the bar) wanted me to meet his girlfriend. And guess what, as Zac was hanging the sheets in the TAB for the next day, you were there, following him around, talking in his ear about whatever. So Dukey thought it would be funny to introduce me to his girlfriend, very loudly, as "Meg, Zac's girlfriend". You cracked the shits, abused Zac, and stormed out.
BUT! It wasn't over. You later came back, as the bar was being closed, to abuse him some more.
Zac was feeling pretty shitty and embarrassed, so he asked me to wait for him while he closed the bar, and played some songs for me on the juke box. Then, as we went to Coles to get something for dinner, we talked and everything was fine, even though I was pretty upset about the fact that you had been making it nearly impossible for us to have a normal relationship.
Little did I know, you were waiting outside the supermarket to attack me, and "promise" me that you were going to slit my throat. I can't remember how many times you said it...sorry, screamed it.
I wanted to beat the absolute living daylights out of you. If Zac hadn't have pulled you away from me, and maybe if I weren't a decent human being, I would have beat the shit out of you despite his efforts. How dare you kick me, throw things at me, and say such things. What kind of a person are you? Not much of one.
Then after ten minutes of screaming at him in the carpark, getting in your car and threatening to smash his car (after you'd already keyed it), and more screaming death threats at me, he drove away hoping that you would follow him so that I would be safe.
We met back at my house, after he had to lose you in a car chase, and you didn't stop calling him. Then, as we realised there was something very valuable in his house, we got in my mum's car and she drove us to Rosebud to retrieve it. Of course, on the way he got a message from you saying "If you aren't here in five minutes, I'm breaking a window." So he snuck in the back door to avoid you, and then we drove back home.
Home, where I got so mad that I threw things, kicked things, cried, and yelled at people. And all he could do was sit there. Because he said he felt so unbelievably guilty for allowing you to infect my happy life and turn me into a negative nancy. Yes, I let it get to me. Because I'd had enough, and there was nothing I could do about it.
And hearing his voicemail ten minutes later, with you crying, saying "I love you so much, I need you. Please call me" made me want to beat you even more.
If you ever come near me, Zac, our workplace, or call him or the pub - you'd better count on the fact that I will kick the shit out of you and the break your nose. And try asking your best mate Dean (who hates you, by the way. He set Zac up with me and calls you the nastiest names I've heard) about whether or not I'm capable. Because you'd better believe he's good at what he does and he's good at teaching it, too. And he was fucking appauled and furious when Zac told him what you did.
And after all this, you have the audacity to leave Zac a message saying you've used him as a reference on your resume, and to expect a call from some lady. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. You fucking idiot. He told her he was too busy to talk to her and hasn't heard since.
Eat shit and die, for all I care.
Because guess what, we're buying a house. And in that house, we're going to have a family.
Fuck you, you disgusting excuse for a human being. Find someone else's life to ruin, because you only made our relationship stronger by trying to fuck with us.
This is the End for you and your crap.
You're over.
Sincerely,
Meg (Zac's girlfriend)