#dolores

Ok. Do what you think you should do. I said ok. I told him it was ok. It's happening now not because I couldn't stop it but because I finally said fine, just do it, I hate this and it's bullshit and we all know it, but I am so sick of dealing with it,…

The weirdest things give me that strange heart-jerk which immediately precedes associating something with Peter. Conservative Judaism. We lived in Squirrel Hill, which is heavily Jewish. Peter was the shabbos goy for our next door neighbors. I'm in the process of trying to reclaim something from ...

Nescio quid. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know why I'm doing whatever it is I don't know I'm doing. I definitely don't know what I should be doing, and I don't know how to find out, so I don't know for certain that I'm not…

This is the letter I sent to Peter on my birthday, about three months ago. (Sasha is Peter's brother.)   Dear Peter, This letter is addressed to you, but I'm not really sure who I'm writing to. I say that for a few reasons. I'm almost positive that I don't know who you are right…

Continued from previous.   When you left, you said you still loved me. I didn't understand how you could love me and still leave; I still don't. I think maybe you said it to be kind, because that's more like you. But after that first day of weeping while you and your family moved your…

This is what Peter sent in reply to my letter to him, prompting my lawyer to write a badass letter to Peter's lawyer about harassment. As a result, this is the last written contact I've had with him. These are a lot of things that I've been meaning to say for the last decade. You…