To my tormentor, Are you still there? Or, are you finally done with me? You see, you like putting me down, don't you? You also love to see me cry. I hope you're done and that you're tired of the never-ending accusations and insinuations that you throw, oh so copiously, on me. (CAPTION) Letter Day 4: "To My Tormentor" To my tormentor, Are you still there? Or, are you finally done with me? You see, you like putting me down, don't you? You also love to see me cry. I hope you're done and that you're tired of the never-ending accusations and insinuations that you throw, oh so copiously, on me. It all started with me trusting you--believing that you were merely protecting me and my assets. I let you into my life because you were someone, I thought, I knew quite well enough. Well, why not? You always made me think you were good--obviously misjudged, but good. So, there began a most painful unfolding in my life.
