I don't know that I'll be an exceptionally awesome blogger, but I think it might be some good therapy for me, so I'm going to try it out!
I suppose I will go ahead and jump right into things with a go-to-hell letter to clear some things up for me. I've been told that I'm carrying around some unresolved resentment for a few under-handed things that have been done to me lately and this is supposed to help heal my brains or something.

Dear So and So,
I'd like to thank you for pretending to be my friend. Acting like you cared when I started a home business, had a few children, a bad day, or an opinion on anything was a really nice touch. You really had me going there for a while. It was particularly convincing when you confided things in me and invited me to your kid's birthday party last year. I really thought we were friends. Joke's on me, eh?
Even though you deny it, it seems pretty suspect to me that you were basically fine with me on a personal level and professionally too until December of last year. Yeah, remember that? That was when I told you I was pregnant again! It wasn't long after that when you started busting my chops and sicking your peeps on me. That really blind-sided me. I suppose I should have been a little more on top of things to be sure to not give you any fuel to use to burn me, totally my fault there.
It was really cruel of you to have little heart-to-heart chats with me and tell me that no one liked me and you made me feel like a really crummy person for a little while. See, I believed you when you were mean to me because I thought we were friends and I cared what you thought about me. When I realized I was wrong about you, I stopped caring. You could bone that snarky little CA girl you were working with and collaborating with against me all you wanted because I just didn't give a crap anymore. When you started spreading lies about me and assigning more than my fair share of responsibilities to me, I really should have caught on. I must be slow or something! Naive maybe.
When you wrote the letter listing out all the horrible things I had been doing for the past few months, you LIED and you know it. And see, that's the hardest part for me. How could you lie? If you had been nice to me, I would have left and it wouldn't have come to that. You could have held onto your morals and I could have respected you for your opinion. But to lie about so many things and to be so purposely hateful, that was really the worst part. You'd already proven that you weren't my friend like I had thought, but by lying, you were showing me that I had been so much more than wrong. You were very good at lying to me all along. I believed you were a good person with values and you cheapened yourself by acting the way you did and it didn't have to come to that. You really disappointed me.
I hope that you feel some sort of remorse for how unimaginably cruel you were to me. I was going through a stressful time in my life and you made it pretty obvious that you couldn't have cared less. That's fine, but you went out of your way to kick me while I was down. Even that is ok, but you really disappointed me with your actions. I hope that it sticks with you for a while and eats at you in the back of your mind. I'd be happy to think that you might look back in several years and wish that you'd done things in a respectable way with me. That will be enough for me.
Take care jerkface!

Alright. Well, so after writing that all out, I think I might feel a little better. I certainly got to go through some emotions I felt before and thought were gone. Cool.