This is an additional letter of Ranting Ventalation to my Stepmom. It only has one issue in it but that's because I forgot to put it in in the previous letter. But mind you it is a MAJOR issue with me and as such you're commentary really won't mean much to me, but go ahead and comment if you wish.
Dear Stepmom,
1. When Gordee died. This is majorly unforgivable and as such I can never bring it up with you in RL. When my baby boy Gordee died, everyone was devastated. I was more devastated than everyone else because he was MY baby and no one elses. He was NOT your baby, dear stepmother. Gordee may have lived with you and Dad since I was 9 years old, but that's only, ONLY because where my mom, bro and I were living at the time wouldn't allow pets. The place where we moved to and are still living at allows pets and I would have taken him back in a second. But I didn't. You want to know why? Because, he loved Dad almost as much as he appeared to love my and my Bro. And I knew in my heart that he'd miss Dad so much and Dad would miss him so much if I did any such thing. Gordee was there when I was on the verge of death at the age of 6. He was there when I cried to lick away my tears. He was there when I scraped my knee to lick the wound more gently then I ever thought a dog was capable of doing. God! When you said, "He was MY baby." I wanted to smack you so much and scream in your face for even saying such a thing. Gordee was my baby and always will be. You knew and loved him for 7 years of his life. I knew and loved him all his life since my Dad carried him in the dining room in basket on my 5th birthday because I saw 101 Dalmations and was dead set on getting a puppy. Dammit Stepmom!!! Even my hated Uncle Creg was nice and loveable, towards his brother - my Dad - even, when he saw my face when I saw my baby boy. Gordee was not yours. He is mine and how dare you suggest otherwise!
Hekate Moon Community Member 
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