Miss Piggy asked if I want to have coffee at AAPOR. I am trying to resist acknowledging that he even sent me the email. But I want to write him the following:
I won't ever WANT to have coffee with you. The only thing I feel is an overwhelming urge to remind you what a stupid fucker you really are and to let other people know it. I'm still angry I'm the only one who does. When I think of how much I was thriving and making friends and enjoying my work and belonging to an organization I cared about, and of how I let myself be manipulated by you, the things I enjoyed and excelled at became a burden because of you, how you harassed me out my job, how so utterly isolated I became, and how I have to deal with the shit of picking up my life, moving elsewhere, not knowing a soul, starting a new job I'm not crazy about, investing every once of energy in starting over and establishing myself in a new place, about how generous I was (and still am) with you, down to the last minute I saw you before leaving... I still think daily about sending someone somewhere a letter about why I left. What can you possibly offer me over coffee?
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