Dear X:

Dear Richard

I wish that you could have lived longer and I could have known you. Wherever you are, I hope that you are safe, happy, and able to reach your full potential. Hugs and love... :rose:

Your younger brother,
Sev
 
Dear Lisa J.

You're a selfish and deceitful bitch who ruined much of my adolescence. I hope that you are proud of yourself. I don't know how many of my trust issues with the opposite sex that lasted for years were because of you, your two-timing, and your little mind games....I got screwed without even getting laid, so screw you back! I hope that your hubby is cheating on you every day of your marriage, too....it would be karma, in my book...

That I am happier now is in spite of you, you teasing cunt. You took full advantage of a 14 year old boy's naivete and used it to amuse yourself at his expense. Your sister wasn't much better, either. Two peas in a pod. Why couldn't you be a decent human being, like your brother? Too much to ask, I guess. Have a nice, miserable life and know that I wouldn't give you a bar of soap if you showed up on my doorstep covered in mud. I bet that you're cheating on him, too, aren't you? Another reason that I hope he is doing it to you....you deserve to be cheated on, since you were never faithful to me in my one attempt at monogamy.

I still hate you and will never forgive you. I can't. I sacrificed something for you that was against my nature and gave you an honor that you didn't deserve, and you threw it in my face. And what kind of girl follows a guy into the men's room, turns off the light, and screams "rape" at the top of her lungs? Only a completely shameless fool! I don't care that I was only 14 and it was an adolescent relationship. You knew better and played with my feelings. I was young and more trusting at the time, and you completely destroyed my infatuation with you. In my book, you were my first girlfriend, and you cheated on me. I hate you for that. Go screw yourself!

Sincerely,
Sev
 
Dear Sue

You're a competely evil bitch who nearly broke up my parents' marriage. I hope that you're proud of yourself.... :rolleyes: I am just glad that I didn't get stuck with your little snot of a son as a step-brother, you selfish cunt. My dad made promises that I couldn't make, but having made them, he intended to keep them, until you came along. You fucked things up and nearly destroyed my mother. And, yes, I know that it takes two to tango, and my dad wasn't innocent in the whole business...but screw you, anyway...I had a gut feeling that you were trouble, but I stupidly didn't listen to gut feelings at the time....not that anyone would have believed my gut feeling, anyway...Well, guess what, all of your scheming and your extramarital affair with my dad...all of his infidelity with you didn't get you what you wanted...so I guess you moved on to the next unsuspecting married man....my dad didn't leave my mom for you, and there's nothing you can do about you, you swine....

Sincerely,
Sev
 
Dear Asshole Neighbor;

I'm in a fucking foul mood tonight, so don't piss me off.

I am so God damned glad that you love your surround-sound stereo with the attendant subwoofers that blast the shithole punk/rap/hip-hop music you listen to.

But if you ever wake me up at 7 in the morning with that crap again, I swear I'll do more than beat my fist against the wall between our apartments.

The rules regarding loud music in our complex relegate such to the hours between 10 am and 10 pm. You break this rule again and I swear you're going to have your favorite hip-hop shit coming out of your ass, because I'm going to shove it so far down your throat that your bowels are the only place those CDs will feel safe.

Have a great fuckin' night.

Slyc
 
SEVERUSMAX said:
I wish that you could have lived longer and I could have known you. Wherever you are, I hope that you are safe, happy, and able to reach your full potential. Hugs and love... :rose:

Your younger brother,
Sev

Have strength, Sev. It may not be easy, but have strength. Faith helps a little, too.
 
Dear Brandi

I never liked you from the outset. I was right not to like you, as time has proven. You were the worst thing that happened to my brother....the only good that came of your marriage was my niece, a sweet little girl who deserves a better mother.....

You are a totally vicious and two-faced bitch who deliberately bad-mouthed my brother and me to my girlfriend, no less! How dumb can you be? Not everyone speaks ill of their SOs behind their back, madam! Just think that news might need to reach you. I tolerated you for my brother's sake and my niece's sake, but no other reasons. I am glad that he left you and found a woman who treats him well. I actually like her. She's a good woman, unlike you. She's not dead inside, like you. She actually has a personality that is recognizable as human, unlike you. She's friendly, unlike you. And I hope that he proves you wrong and marries her. He clearly loves her far more than he loved you. I can see why, too. She's actually kind to people.

I laugh when I think that you actually thought that sleeping with my brother again would win him back....how dumb and weak do you really think that the men in my family are? News flash, there's not a weakling in the entire tribe. We're proud, stubborn, and generally good men with our share of flaws. We're not wimps or idiots. You just took advantage of the main weakness of the men in our family.....our chivalrous tendency to want to help women who are vulnerable and down on their luck....sometimes, that is good....sometimes, as with you, it comes back to bite us in the ass....

Have a nice, disgusting existence with your complete lack of enthusiasm, passion, intelligence, or empathy.....you barely qualify as a human being....you have no facial expressions except the same sour look on your face....what ever did he see in you? I damn sure don't see it....

Sincerely, your ex-brother-in-law,
Sev
 
slyc_willie said:
Have strength, Sev. It may not be easy, but have strength. Faith helps a little, too.

Thanks.... :rose: The Gods will take good care of him, I believe.
 
Dear Stacey

I hope whatever issues you had in your marriage worked out. You're a sweet gal and I hope that you didn't make the mistake that you seemed on the verge of making at times....I can understand that you were tempted to cheat....a lot of people are....but if things were that unhappy, perhaps divorce would have been a better solution or counseling....in any case...I liked you and was certainly tempted myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do that sort of thing to your husband. It would have been wrong. I do hope that you can understand that. Don't take it as a lack of sex appeal on your part. You're a MILF without doubt. But as a rule (which I only broke once) I don't chase women in traditional marriages. So if you were trying to seduce me...well, it was a solid try, but I'm not built to do that sort of thing most of the time. Don't think that I didn't notice your little hints, either. If I were a lesser man, I would have gone for it, no doubt. And you would have had a bigger mess on your hands, once hubby found out, wouldn't you? So I hope that you can see that I did the right thing there by both of us, by not turning our workplace friendship into something less appropriate. I really hope that you're happier now.

Sincerely,
Sev
 
Dear Jack;

It's been a while since we talked. I know you British men don't like to let your guard down too often, but dammit, I'm your son-in-law!

I've been thinking about Charlotte a lot tonight. Old memories that almost seemed forgotten just came rushing back. I remember the first time you and I talked, when I told you I loved your daughter, and that long, heavy pause you gave me over the phone.

And then that night, two days before Cherry's 21st birthday, when we went out to the back of the house and shared some Scotch while looking at the frozen roses of Marie's garden. You wanted to know what kind of man I was, if I was good enough to marry your daughter.

Sometimes, I can't help but think that, if I had never married Cherry, she never would have died. You have to know how much that hurts me sometimes.

I just hope you know that, during the time we were together, Charlotte and I loved each other more than Romeo and Juliette, more than Helen and Paris, more than Hamlet and Ophelia.

Jack, please, isn;t it time you forgave me for loving your daughter?
 
Dear Melissa

You were a lot nicer after you got pregnant and became more personable. That sort of behavior helps you more with people, not having the 7-11 proprietor kicked out of the stripclub where you moonlighted because he might notice you...well, he noticed, anyway, and blabbed because you had him kicked out. So it did you no good. But when you got pregnant and started being friendlier to people, they liked you back and I hope that you didn't revert to your old, sour disposition.....it didn't become you. It doesn't hurt to have your colleagues like you, you know....

Sincerely,
Sev

P.S. Now that we're not colleagues I can tell you how hot you always were....though again, you were hotter when pregnant...it's not inappropriate anymore to say that now, right? :devil:
 
Dear Vicki

I just want you to know that I'm not mad at you. I never was. You never lied to me about important stuff. You didn't play games with me. You told me the truth, that you were moving out of state and couldn't explore a possible expansion of our friendship into something less platonic. I appreciate your candor and the friendly, lighthearted, easygoing way that you always approached things. Even when things were awkward between us for a bit (I'm glad that I wisely respected your decision and didn't harass you about it...I didn't want to destroy my friendship with a wonderful lady like you)...you always made my day just a bit easier and more pleasant with your kind and outgoing nature....always positive and never sour....so despite being broken-hearted at first when you turned me down, I am glad that I knew you. You're a great gal and I hope that you have found someone to make you happier, a guy that will treat you well. I'm not in love with you anymore....but I still like you and consider you a friend.

Sincerely,
Sev
 
Dear Valerie

I doubt that you will read this, but I want you to know that I have guessed at your probable secret. I know that you're probably being celibate as a religious answer to what you know deep down about yourself....it's the only solution for you from the perspective of your faith. I understand that. However, I still think it sad, that you can't come out of the closet. Some of us won't think any less of you for it. So you're a lesbian, if I'm guessing right. There's no evil in it. I have had the honor to know a lot of great women here who are also lesbians. It's not the end of the world. But your religious scruples condemn homosexuality, and I understand that. So that's probably why you are repressing it. Doesn't mean that I don't guess at it. It's a strong gut feeling on my part and I tend to trust those these days. But if you ever decide that you're tired of hiding your true nature and you want to come out of the closet, I'll be even prouder that you are my friend.

Sincerely,
Sev

P.S. I always liked how excited and enthusiatic you got when talking about your horses....your passion for all things equestrian was a very likable quality. You really seemed to know them well, too....
 
Dear Colly

We miss you still and we will never forget you. It was an honor and a pleasure to have known you, no matter how long or short that time was for us. For me, it was a short, sweet time. You are (for I don't think that you have ceased to exist upon your passage to the astral plane) a wonderful lady and a great mind. Even when I clashed with you, I respected your intellect and your passion. You're the classy kind of woman and I hope that I was as good a friend to you as you were to me, though I doubt it. I still keep that last PM from you and I don't ever plan to delete it. It was so typical of you, full of heartfelt appreciation, kindness, grace, and warmth. HUSG to you one more time (I always loved the way that you wrote that). :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose:

Sincerely,
Sev
 
Dear Paul

You filthy scumbag. You got away with hurting another child this time, but you can't run from justice forever. You are nothing but an abusive drunk who treated my girl like shit for years and apparently don't get that you can't touch kids that way or expose yourself to them. Well, CPS and your sister might coddle you, but my lover (your ex) and I know what you are now...what's more, thanks to that despicable conduct on your part, your daughter knows it now, too....congratulations on destroying her trust in you. Does that feel good to know? You broke her heart and let her down. You disgusting worm. If there were a hell, you'd be a prime candidate for it as much or more as anyone. Dads shouldn't do that kind of thing to their kids. It's wrong and you had no right to do it. She needs a little more time to be a kid and you took some more of that away from her, as well as part of her natural adoration of her father. Are you proud of yourself? Just know that you're one of those people who is alive only because it is illegal to kill you (and because we wouldn't do that to her).

Sincerely,
Sev
 
slyc_willie said:
Dear Jack;

It's been a while since we talked. I know you British men don't like to let your guard down too often, but dammit, I'm your son-in-law!

I've been thinking about Charlotte a lot tonight. Old memories that almost seemed forgotten just came rushing back. I remember the first time you and I talked, when I told you I loved your daughter, and that long, heavy pause you gave me over the phone.

And then that night, two days before Cherry's 21st birthday, when we went out to the back of the house and shared some Scotch while looking at the frozen roses of Marie's garden. You wanted to know what kind of man I was, if I was good enough to marry your daughter.

Sometimes, I can't help but think that, if I had never married Cherry, she never would have died. You have to know how much that hurts me sometimes.

I just hope you know that, during the time we were together, Charlotte and I loved each other more than Romeo and Juliette, more than Helen and Paris, more than Hamlet and Ophelia.

Jack, please, isn;t it time you forgave me for loving your daughter?

:heart:
 
slyc_willie said:
Dear Jack;

It's been a while since we talked. I know you British men don't like to let your guard down too often, but dammit, I'm your son-in-law!

I've been thinking about Charlotte a lot tonight. Old memories that almost seemed forgotten just came rushing back. I remember the first time you and I talked, when I told you I loved your daughter, and that long, heavy pause you gave me over the phone.

And then that night, two days before Cherry's 21st birthday, when we went out to the back of the house and shared some Scotch while looking at the frozen roses of Marie's garden. You wanted to know what kind of man I was, if I was good enough to marry your daughter.

Sometimes, I can't help but think that, if I had never married Cherry, she never would have died. You have to know how much that hurts me sometimes.

I just hope you know that, during the time we were together, Charlotte and I loved each other more than Romeo and Juliette, more than Helen and Paris, more than Hamlet and Ophelia.

Jack, please, isn;t it time you forgave me for loving your daughter?

I have no idea how awful it must be to lose a lover/spouse.... :rose: Hugs. Be strong and remember that you had happiness together.
 
Dear X:

I loved you as much as I humanly could. I put up with the tears, with the suicide promises, comforted you when I could, and tried my damndest to piss you off just to keep you alive.

I can't anymore. Tonight was the last straw. You apparently love the alcohol more than you can possibly love another person.

I truly do hope that things go well for you, but I won't be there to see it.

I loved you,

Cloudy
 
cloudy said:
Dear X:

I loved you as much as I humanly could. I put up with the tears, with the suicide promises, comforted you when I could, and tried my damndest to piss you off just to keep you alive.

I can't anymore. Tonight was the last straw. You apparently love the alcohol more than you can possibly love another person.

I truly do hope that things go well for you, but I won't be there to see it.

I loved you,

Cloudy
:heart:
 
cloudy said:
Dear X:

I loved you as much as I humanly could. I put up with the tears, with the suicide promises, comforted you when I could, and tried my damndest to piss you off just to keep you alive.

I can't anymore. Tonight was the last straw. You apparently love the alcohol more than you can possibly love another person.

I truly do hope that things go well for you, but I won't be there to see it.

I loved you,

Cloudy


*hugs*


my heart breaks for you Tom-Tom Girl. :rose: :kiss:
 
Dear Cloudy

Don't kick yourself over doing what you had to do. I'm sure he's a nice guy and all, but you know what you want in life, and it wasn't that. Do what you know to be right, and don't let anyone guilt-trip into something else. Hugs and :rose:.

Sincerely,
Sev
 
Dear Litizens...

....I meant no offense and regret sincerely creating any a few months back with my comments about abortion. I do have strong views on the issue, and those have not changed, but the use of a perjorative like "murderer" or "murder" was unnecessary and harmful to the argument, since it couched everything in highly emotive and personal language. Furthermore, it seemed to hurt some feelings, for which I apologize. I hope that this can heal the rift between us.

With affection and sincere recriminations,
yev kassem
 
Dear Estranged Wife

You can not reasonably expect me to drop my new life and return to you the moment that you start giving me better sex than you did during our active marriage. The sex is nice and all, but it is simply not enough of a basis for marriage. As someone else on another board observed, I need trust for a good marriage. I can not trust you. What you have done is unacceptable. Besides, how can you trust me? I did some awful things myself, though not as many as you. No, it is best to start "fresh" as you Americans say and move on with our lives. I apologize if I used too many cliches, but they seem to be a language that you understand, so I will use them.

Sincerely,
your estranged husband

P.S. I am very glad that I do not live in Italy. No offense to the Italians, but that Court of Cassation ruling in favor of the verbally abusive wife who berated her husband in public made me glad to live here in America instead. At least here, that sort of conduct is generally deemed barbaric, from what I have seen.
 
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Dear Alexandra

It's too bloody bad that you had to turn out such a fucking prig. It's not my fault that my literary tastes include smut. What is the bloody matter with you, anyway? I bent over backwards for you, love, and you wouldn't respect my right to my own fantasies. No fucking more. I have realised that you and I are not meant to be. Good day and good fucking, politically correct life! See if I ever date a hard-core feminist again! Contrary to what you think, smut isn't about misogyny- it is about fantasy.

Love,
Chris

P.S. When I went down on you, but you didn't reciprocate, that was another factor in my canceling the engagement, love. Farewell. I'm certain that you shall find a lily-livered milksop of a gent who shall let you make him grovel to you. That is just not me.
 
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To My Friend

I think you know who you are. The one that listens quietly without judging. Offers words of encouragement when I can't find anything good. So many people don't want to talk to anyone about a problem other than their own. They are selfish, wanting all the attention. Not you. Instead you look for ways to help Me.

There is a healing in sharing. Doing so in person has so many risks. Seeing things in the eyes---pity, embarrassment, nervousness, impatience---makes it tough to risk again. Yet you did none of those.

I am so often amazed at the odds of two people connecting amidst the millions in life. The trust given to open up and let them in. But when we do, there is so much we can get from it. Not just a friend to chat with. Someone who cares enough to ask how we are and mean it.

You make My days go easier when I talk to you.

Thanks for being My friend. :rose:
 
Dear President Mugabe

Thank you so much for destroying my country and driving my family out of its home. Thank you so much for having your goons rape my sister and ruin much of her future sexual and romantic happiness by scarring her for life. Thank you so much for bankrupting the nation, changing its name to one that doesn't rightfully belong to it but to a much greater historical nation, gagging the press, jailing dissidents, persecuting farmers, aiding and abetting thugs, arranging murders, coddling murderers, and generally oppressing my countrymen from all races. Thank you so much for taking the freedom that we received and throwing it out the window in the pursuit of your Marxist utopia. Thank you so much for betraying the trust put in you by the people when they first put you in office. Thank you so much for rigging elections. If you do not realise by now that I am being sarcastic, you are even crazier than I thought. I hope that when you die, you come back as a fly and get eaten by a spider or a frog.

With complete disgust,
Chris

P.S. Go to hell!
 
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