Wow. I suck. I mean really bad.

So what if you were nice enough to let someone stay in your home for one month? What if you cooked for them and tried to make them feel at home as much as possible? What if they took your hospitality and decided to write exaggerated things about you on the Internet? What kind of person does that make you?

Or actually, I should be asking what kind of person does that make me? A pretty shitty one, I think.

Yes, I did all of the above. Someone was nice enough to let me into their home only to have me turn around and completely misuse their generosity and kindness.

I was going through an extraordinarily rough patch in my marriage and I completely focused all of my anger, confusion and lack of self confidence on a totally innocent person. All the things I say will never make anything ok.

I am not a good person.

I'm thinking this will pretty much be my last blog entry as I would never want to inflict any sort of hurt on anybody else. What I thought was going to be a fun way to make fun of myself turned into something completely different.

The only thing I can say is that I am sorry and that is completely worthless now.

I am truely sorry for saying everything. You are one of the strongest people I have ever met. Your continual loyalty and perserverance through a seemingly never ending nightmare is something to be revered, not made fun of.

You are an amazing parent with an absolutely beautiful child and I can only hope that one day I will have one half of your patience and kindness.

Thank you for being an inspiration. I have always looked at you and known that I could not complain because of the sacrifices you make on a daily basis.

I don't know if we will be friends again, but I hope so. You were so good to me and I've thought of you often since moving.

You know the part of the skin after a baby get circumsized that gets thrown in the trash? I feel like that piece of skin. Actually, I'm waaaay lower than that.

Good bye.