An Open Letter to Cruella
Your lack of Human Kindness is part of Dora’s Travesty of Justice
Dear Cruella,
I need to explain how I feel in response to your email. I come from a place of hurt as you tromped on my feelings. You disrespected and ignored me because you were not interested in what I had to say. It appears, all in all (Covid relief checks, my life, and Gavin) that you don’t have one ounce of the milk of human kindness. You harbor the feeling that you can be nefarious with the world as well as with Gavin.
I am continually amazed that you lack gratitude for all the kindness Gavin has given you since you contribute nothing to the family unit. For example, I reported to you the following about what you wrote in an email: you worked full time for 39 years in one of your emails. You said something inconsistent , so I questioned you. You finally admitted that you never worked long enough to get a pension, you never worked for more than five years at a time.
You decided to sell your clothes because they did not fit you anymore and found someone interested in paying you 600 pounds plus for this opportunity so you could spend more money buying jewelry and clothes. As an example, I wear European designers as well as you. I told you about my designers and you said that my clothes were far cheaper than your clothes. Yours were the highest caliber, not like mine. I tried to explain how I felt, but you dismissed it and moved on.
I made different choices as I had a longtime 32-year full-time classroom middle school writing teaching career and as a legal representative for my teachers. I taught 4 more years as a substitute teacher. My ex-husband stole my excellent teaching pension based on an excellent salary. You dismissed my answer and told me that you wanted to talk about something else as another example.
You are not well versed in the subject of PTSD as you indicated. For another example, you decided that PTSD is not a result of trauma, but a result of demons.
I tried not to break it off even when you continually showed a lack of understanding or interest in anything I said. In the long run, your act of superiority and your deep-routed anxiety affecting your self-worth makes you dishonest and not forthright. You didn’t even want to talk this through because you were not interested in anything I had to say as another example.
I prefer my life because I made something of myself and took nothing from my spouse. You do not understand my struggles for justice. I have seen you show no kindness or love towards Gavin (he is a kind and generous soul), but what if? Your goal was to keep any truths from coming out, I would be in awe of how wonderful and generous you are. No one would know that Gavin is the generous one.
You told me that Gavin would take care of you forever no matter what- just like his father does with his mother. You never had gratitude for this, but I believe that you were fortunate enough to find Gavin so you could live a life at ease since you never worked for many years. This affected me because it did not give you the license to be arrogant and look down on me as my final example.
Our conversations had to be small talk and I now realize that your goal was to center the conversation-all about you. You could not handle it when I knew the truth. You lost your opportunity to put on a false spin. I choose to end these conversations for the following additional reasons: You never understood my fight for truth and justice because you are correct, you could care less about what I had to say unless it is about a Covid-19 relief check, jewelry, clothes, or the newest Apple product.
Therefore, I cannot be around this toxicity anymore!! Walk away and consider the message: Maybe you will treat others better including Gavin. I finally have shared my feelings that I was never permitted to do with you. If you want to share this, only share it in its entirety as an act of decency.
I could go on and on, but I will close with the following poem about the tortoise (my character) and scorpion (your character) to help you see things introspectively as well as this link: Research indicates a Narcissist/Scorpion may be genetic. It might help you to understand more. Here is a video to help as well as
THE TALE OF THE SCORPION AND TORTOISE
October 25, 2009
In this week’s American Life, David Rakoff tells the tale of the “Scorpion and the Tortoise”. It is my favorite poem and fits well with my two Open Letters. Some people prefer the saying, “fooled once shame on you, fooled twice shame on me.” Whatever your version, I find this story very telling of life and how one should learn from their mistakes.
The scorpion was hamstrung, his tail all aquiver;
just how would he manage to get across the river?
“The water’s so deep,” he observed with a sigh,
which pricked at the ears of the tortoise nearby.
“Well why don’t you swim?” asked the slow-moving fellow,
“unless you’re afraid. I mean, what are you, yellow?”
“It isn’t a matter of fear or of whim,”
said the scorpion,
“but that i don’t know how to swim.”
“Ah, forgive me. I didn’t mean to be glib when
I said that. I figured you were an amphibian.”
“No offense taken,” the scorpion replied,
“but how about you help me to reach the far side?
You swim like a dream, and you have what I lack.
Let’s say you take me across on your back?”
“I’m really not sure that’s the best thing to do,”
said the tortoise, “now that I see that it’s you.
You’ve a less than ideal reputation preceding:
there’s talk of your victims all poisoned and bleeding.
You’re the scorpion — and how can I say this — but, well,
I just don’t feel safe with you riding my shell.”
The scorpion replied, “What would killing you prove?
We’d both drown, so tell me: how would that behoove
me to basically die at my very own hand
when all I desire is to be on dry land?”
The tortoise considered the scorpion’s defense.
When he gave it some thought, it made perfect sense.
The niggling voice in his mind he ignored,
and he swam to the bank and called out: “Climb aboard!”
But just a few moments from when they set sail,
the scorpion lashed out with his venomous tail.
The tortoise too late understood that he’d blundered
when he felt his flesh stabbed and his carapace sundered.
As he fought for his life, he said, “tell me why
you have done this! For now we will surely both die!”
“I don’t know!” cried the scorpion. “You never should trust
a creature like me because poison I must!
I’d claim some remorse or at least some compunction,
but I just can’t help it; my form is my function.
You thought I’d behave like my cousin, the crab,
but unlike him, it is but my nature to stab.”
The tortoise expired with one final quiver.
And then both of them sank, swallowed up by the river.
The tortoise was wrong to ignore all his doubts —
because in the end, friends, our natures wins out.
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