So,

That solves the problem, as I continue to sort out the bugaboos in my past that have made my life a living agony of torment.

They DID know, at the Advocate, (see last post) that that story was mine, and the comment was written to show me to bug off, they didn’t like ME, there was something wrong with me, get out.

And it was bad that I couldn’t even take a message like that. And it got worse, too sad to tell. This just brings it to gel, crystal clear, in my mind.

To me, being dunned as “not literary” was like being told I walked in the street without any clothes on.

Books were my entire life and my relationship with my English teachers in high school were the entire meaning of my education there.

But, I DID NOT WANT to lead the Advocate any more than they wanted me to. And if they didn’t have the parts to handle that situation wtf

So, I was blamed for “institutionalizing” the beloved Advocate. They may stand blamed for destroying my soul.