I am writing to formally address the mistreatment I endured from 2021 to 2024, years marked by slander, bullying, and ridicule. Returning now will not earn my affection or respect. This applies to every man who repeatedly rejected me. Take this as my final counsel: cease your prayers for guidance, wondering who was meant to be your blessing or your path to success. You will continue to see me, but you will not like the resentment I hold. Stay with those you deem worthy, the ones you believed were the “greener grass,” the ones you valued over me. In 2002, I envisioned myself as a nurse in someone’s vivid dream, yet none of you took pride in me when I made it come true. Instead, you cast me aside for my cousin, who traveled to British Columbia to study business. For years, her accomplishments mattered to you, while my efforts to make you happy were dismissed as wrong or unfair. So, I let go. I became a lesson learned. But if you dare to re-enter my life through my father, I will ensure the truth is exposed, every payment made, every threat issued, every fight provoked, even the relentless gang stalking. You disapproved of my healing, resented my happiness, and refused to acknowledge that I could have been the one to elevate you. Instead, you sought to take my place, never sharing your world with me, never helping me build my own. You stalked my ideas online, replicating them without credit, yet you never chose the path of true blessings. Whether through dark magic or sheer malice, your actions revealed weakness and a repulsive spirit. You mistook cruelty for charm, perhaps it worked on others, but not on me. Your attempts to provoke jealousy, lavishing attention on another woman, parading her in cars and embraces, failed. Love was never meant for me, and I’ve made peace with that. Now, I believe love must be rooted in tradition, not one-sided infatuation. Stay away from my family’s home. The world of Medellín, Bogotá, Puerto Rico, and Mexico no longer hold any claim to my attention, affection, or loyalty. I will reject each of you by recounting your actions, and I will take from your world the good men who warned you, men you ignored in your stubbornness.
accepts them, and proves that love can flourish through patience and tradition. He is chosen by the universe, unwavering in his commitment, undeterred by the Latin music industry that failed to appreciate me. He will recognize that my hesitation stems from years of betrayal, yet he will not falter in showing me I am loved. This man will stand firm when others try to manipulate him, when envious cousins assume they can claim or discard me at will. The door to my blessings is open only to him, the one who sees me as irreplaceable. To the rest of you: I wish you the best in your karmic journeys. You no longer occupy my thoughts. Sincerely, ~Sahar I.
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