Dear Rachel and Readers,
In 1992 a 17 yr old boy dreamed of love. He loved this song he still has the worn out cassette single that he bought and used to spend hours listening too. All I wanted was be loved. The next year no one went to prom with him. He was not cool enough, too weird, nerdy and introverted but a year later the girl who he asked and left flowers for on her locker called and said she was sorry that she was ashamed of what other people would think if she went with me.
I never asked to be different, not by the way I look, the way I talk, the way I dress, or the color of my skin. It seem society gets to dictate my life. I never have a say so in anything because no matter what I do I get judged.
Rachel and the Myatts have no idea what pain and how they have changed my life but they will soon know for Christmas. "How The Myatt Family and The Church of the New Jerusalem Made Me Stop Believing in Christmas" will be my gift to them. I want Rachel and Jane and all of them to know that treating me the way you did at the time you did and how it was done was hurtful, it almost killed me, and using religion as a crutch to abandon someone. Rachel was and is a very selfish person and anyone that would hurt someone that loved her and went through as much as I did to be with her deserves to be humiliated. I dont care how it affects your family. It will be sent out to New Church and Non New Church organizations. It all could have been corrected with a phone call or an email but Rachel is too much of a coward to face up to anything she did and her family are hypocrites to the religious lifestyle they say they live. I had nothing but love for you all but I know the best way to put the evil that Rachel and her family did behind me is to expose it to the masses because they always thought this little blog was a joke. It is no longer and they obviously don't care about saying things against other peoples family especially a grieving person. So who cares how many of my stories I print out and what it does to the Myatt family. They sure didnt care about the effect Rachel's arrogance and big mouth had on my heart and well being in talking about my Mother. I tried to make peace with you two Christmases in a row and that was all I wanted but it fell on deaf ears so now with that in mind just remember I reached out to you to make peace. I asked for prayers, for love, and for reconciliation but now I know you don't have the peace or good will in you for that. So I will tell my story and Rachel had her chance to make things more viable but she chose to let things escalate to this level. Lies grow truth sets people free.
Rachel you and Jonathan were my angels and I love you like my own flesh but I cant stand by and hurt like this anymore. Maybe if more people know about it you will understand how much you hurt me and how reconciliation on your part could have made things better. I will end this with I love you and I wish there were some other way but you wont let God's light and love shine through..................
Rachel was blessed to have someone love her as much as I did. What she chose to do with that blessing was play with it, misuse it, and mistreat it. I wont feel sorry for publicly declaring things that are true about her and her family. There is nothing I can do about judgmental and bigoted people and they either change or they never do. I have no guilt in what I am doing and I dont care who it affects.
1. You had an amazing best friend who loved you and your son Rachel.
2. You played with a man's desire to have a family then you tried to make me look mentally ill, crazy, and disrespect me and my family and disrespect me by introducing me to your family if you didn't truly want to be with me.
3. You used God as a scapegoat to do evil, you used your Church doctrine, and you were just malicious and sick Rachel Myatt. That is why this deserves to be told to as many religious people as possible so they can see how the Church of the New Jerusalem thinks, treats, and the mindset they use around other Christians.
Cry, sue, do whatever you want Myatts my soul is tired and I so done with this the more I expose the better my heart will feel.
God Bless ALL
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