Dear Harry,
You had it all. A loving and supportive family. The beloved grandson of the Queen of England, the son of the future king of England and the brother of the future King of England. You had a devoted, loyal set of friends, many of whom you have had since childhood. You had the most wonderful healthy and fulfilling pastimes of riding, hunting, polo and just hiking the hills of many beautiful Estates. You were surrounded by people who cared deeply for you, people of fine taste and wide and varied interests. You did yourself, your family and your country proud. You served in the Armed Forces and excelled. You showed warmth and served the Queen, the British people and the Commonwealth with diligence. Then, one fateful day, you took up with a woman. Unlike you she came from a dysfunctional family, she herself so relationship challenged she became estranged from them all. She habitually ghosted people who, for whatever reason, she didn’t want in her life anymore. She married a man and to all intents and purposes when she didn’t ‘feel it any more’ she discarded him by registered mail. Her biological clock ticking, her job about to expire, she needed a man and she needed a rich one. She set her cap at you, you folded and very soon you were toast. Tears, ( did you know she can make herself cry in 3 seconds Harry?). Poor me, poor me, Harry, who cares about me, who asks about me, why can’t I have that tiara, Kate won’t take me shopping?
She wore you down.
You’ve become so weak and have such a diminished sense of proportion you even allowed yourself to be pranked on radio by Greta Thunberg pretenders. You dropped all your friends. Your life is Meghan, Doria,, Oprah and Gayle. You resort to cringe-making audio for Spotify and are happy to humiliate, merch and embarrass yourself However, all of this pales in comparison to what you did to your family and by extension the British people and the people of the Commonwealth. Your actions verged on treason. Who does that to parents, to aging and ill grandparents.? Your actions and those of the narcissist you married were selfish, despicable and unforgivable.
What have you become?
Who are you?
Man or mouse?
You are Prince in title only. In reality you’ve revealed feet of clay and that you’re a weakling, not unlike your Great Uncle Edward, who succumbed to the wiles of another calculating social climber
You will see it, but by then you’ll be broken and the British people will have rejected you absolutely
Regretfully
Kotare
All this talk about paps in Toronto, we don't really have a paparazzi scene here. They mostly come out of the woodwork for TIFF and movie shoots and I doubt they are full-time. 
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