I'm so sorry I've been too caught up in my own drama (read=being a raging psycho for legit medical reasons that do not make it any easier on the owner or, frankly, ME) (oh, and being stalked) to know that A. was being fucked with. Frankly, having been an observer of this from the absolute beginning, I can say this without a trace of irony:

She behaved a fair amount better than I would have.

Really.

Don't believe me? Look up integrity in the dictionary–oh, snap! There's A.'s picture, with reference to this situation!

I can't even believe this is going on. I may have to re-register on that crap site to actually check out some of Teh Dramaz.

Love to both of you.

1) If / when someone leaves my service, I would hope it was with the reverence, respect and integrity that A. showed in handling this difficult situation. Honor and integrity are easy to talk about – in direct and inverse proportion to how hard they are to have.
2.) I can accept that when you are hurt, you do things and say things that are irrational. That's understandable. But the cluster of vultures, swarming to pick the bones in some sort of self – flagellating pity – party monkey love clusterfuck are just proving my low opinion of most of sash culture correct.
3.) Not all of them have acted like braying jackasses and screeching harpies. To those who have taken the time to actually talk to A., thank you for restoring some of my faith in the species.
4. ) People leave. Get a helmet. they have left me, you have left them, and it's just life. Deal. "No one steals your girl – you lose her." – KS
5.) If I am such a scumwad, why do i have such amazing friends, and why do my previous relationships almost universally choose to stay as much as possible as part of my life?
6.) Aaarrrgh, me hearties.Shiver my timbers, and bite me.