I hardly slept at all last night. It has been a very, very long time since something has bothered me enough that it kept me awake and ruminating. I received correspondence accusing me of malicious (and in one case, illegal) acts. It was in the form of a Cease-And-Desist letter, and I knew it would be impossible to obey since I had not done any of the things I was accused of. When I pressed the author for evidence, obviously none could be supplied. Following correspondence pretended the accusations had never been made and further accused me of not understanding why it was important to threaten people with legal action if someone told someone that they heard that the person might have broken a rule. After being accused without foundation, then insulted and patronized, I received the classic notpology. . .”I’m sorry you have a problem.” Yeah, that kind.

Although this was regarding one of my passionate interests, I decided I could not continue to associate with people who would treat me with such disregard. I’m sad at having to give up something I love, angry at being treated like a recalcitrant child, disappointed that someone I consider a friend is now caught in the middle (but is mature and self-confident enough not to take sides.)

Well, they say no good deed goes unpunished.