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hugging you bothfemininity said:dear s
please dont disappear out of my life. i need you and i hate that we're drifting apart.
j

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hugging you bothfemininity said:dear s
please dont disappear out of my life. i need you and i hate that we're drifting apart.
j

*hugs*impressive said:Dear Ex:
I refuse to participate in the raising of a spoiled brat. If that's going to be your M.O. when parenting the diva child, then she's all yours. That's not a team I wanna be on. I didn't have children to loose such superficial demons on the world. Not only do you cave to her every foot-stomping demand, you're inconsistent in that the boys don't get the same treatment. Let's instill inferiority complexes in them while we're at it, eh?
Grow a pair.
~ Imp

HugsFallenfromgrace said:Dear Universe,
Fuck off and leave her alone. Enough already, she's had to live through years and years and years of your shit, give her a break already. If anyone deserves some good karma she does.
Play nice.
Me.
~~
Dear...i dont know...
I'm worried. So worried.

Fallenfromgrace said:Dear Universe,
Fuck off and leave her alone. Enough already, she's had to live through years and years and years of your shit, give her a break already. If anyone deserves some good karma she does.
Play nice.
Me.
~~
Dear...i dont know...
I'm worried. So worried.
Fallenfromgrace said:Dear...i dont know...
I'm worried. So worried.
All wil be well, you'll see. 
FallingToFly said:Dear Mom:
If you don't stop fucking with me, I am going to hit you in the face with your own frying pan.
The next time you override something I tell my kids, tell me I can't do something that has absolutely no effect on you or this household period, or start talking to me like I'm a developmentally delayed ten-year-old, I'm going to pack my bags, pack my kids, and go to the women's shelter until I find an apartment I can afford without the asshole's income.
FUCK OFF.
And while you're at it- if you tell my boss the hours/tasks/etc he HAS to give me one more time, I'm going to lose my job. I'm not unreliable or even a flake, and you TELLING people that is why I'm going to be stuck waiting tables on the overnight shifts again.
I am about this|| close to saying fuck this shit and just walking away from all of it, and all of you. You did a shitty job raising me the first time- your track record isn't improving.
Your very pissed off and completely fed-up daughter.
ETA: Btw; my boss' words when he came back today were the best thing I've heard all year. "You know I said I'd pay you 7.50 an hour? I'm going to make it 8 so you can get away from that bitch."

Dear house:
You are clean. Please keep yourself in its present state until said holidays are over. Oven ~ you are self-cleaning. Please clean yourself. Child ~ House reserves the right to make you uncomfortable if you attempt to dirty it in any way.
Your loving occupant.
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Dear X,
So I have some guys' phone numbers stored in my cell - so fucking what? It's MY phone, for fuck's sake.
I wish I could just spray paint "HYPOCRITE" in huge, bright red letters across the back of your truck, and tattoo it on your forehead. I can't have guys as friends, but you can sure as hell have your ex-wife as the first number in your speed dial, and get gushy cards and letters from her once a month or so.
Why don't you go back to her? You two certainly deserve each other.
Oh, btw: you really suck at sex. No wonder you've never intentionally let me see you naked in over 13 years - you're really butt-ugly with that beer belly, and those chicken legs that haven't seen the sun in the past 30+ years.
Go back to Tammy. Y'all can make white-trash music together for the rest of your lives, and I can finally be myself again.
~ Cloudy