Dear X:

[jayce1066]

Dear X,

So why did you get your nose out of joint when I didn't react well to discovering that you had violated my confidentiality?

I mean, hell, you "should have known" that I would do that. I was simply being the person that I am.

J

 

[MrsDeathlynx]

Dear Father,
Do you realize how much of a fucking asshole you are being right now? Do you realize how many lives your idiotic choices have affected?

Because of your inability to give up drinking, because of the fact you refuse to go to councelling, because of the fact that you are selling your pain pills to my older brother for him to sniff, due to the fact you couldn't even stay sober for a couple of hours while you drove down to see your grandson on the day he was born...

Right now I fucking hate you, I'm not sure I'll ever forgive you. Not only did you pretty much give up on yourself but you basically showed that you don't give a fuck about your one and only grandchild. It's too bad, your grandson would have loved you as much as I once did. I just can't do it any more, I can't keep on watching you chose to brig yourself down.

I will not let you put your grandson in any danger, I will not expose him to the little world that you have created for yourself. You and you alone are responsible for this, you have no one to blame but yourself. Until you get clean, sober and go to councelling you will not see your grandson, it pains me and breaks my heart to have to make this decision. However I'll be damned if I am going to expose him to what you are doing. He doesn't need that kind of shit, he doesn't need any of it.

I have very little hope that you will do what will be needed of you, then again you haven't even called. Correction, you called once while I was in the hospital to ask my mom for $10 so that you could go get beer but told her it was for gas to get back home...

I once loved you, I don't know if I have the strength to do it any more. I have two things to think about, I have two things that have to come first in my life and that is myself and my family and it's time that I let go of something that once meant the world to me despite how much it hurts and breaks my heart to do so...

Because of you I give up...

 

[Just-Legal]

Dear Father,
Do you realize how much of a fucking asshole you are being right now? Do you realize how many lives your idiotic choices have affected?

Because of your inability to give up drinking, because of the fact you refuse to go to councelling, because of the fact that you are selling your pain pills to my older brother for him to sniff, due to the fact you couldn't even stay sober for a couple of hours while you drove down to see your grandson on the day he was born...

Right now I fucking hate you, I'm not sure I'll ever forgive you. Not only did you pretty much give up on yourself but you basically showed that you don't give a fuck about your one and only grandchild. It's too bad, your grandson would have loved you as much as I once did. I just can't do it any more, I can't keep on watching you chose to brig yourself down.

I will not let you put your grandson in any danger, I will not expose him to the little world that you have created for yourself. You and you alone are responsible for this, you have no one to blame but yourself. Until you get clean, sober and go to councelling you will not see your grandson, it pains me and breaks my heart to have to make this decision. However I'll be damned if I am going to expose him to what you are doing. He doesn't need that kind of shit, he doesn't need any of it.

I have very little hope that you will do what will be needed of you, then again you haven't even called. Correction, you called once while I was in the hospital to ask my mom for $10 so that you could go get beer but told her it was for gas to get back home...

I once loved you, I don't know if I have the strength to do it any more. I have two things to think about, I have two things that have to come first in my life and that is myself and my family and it's time that I let go of something that once meant the world to me despite how much it hurts and breaks my heart to do so...

Because of you I give up...

Oh honey. *lots of hugs*

 

[Tarakin]

Dear Father,
Do you realize how much of a fucking asshole you are being right now? Do you realize how many lives your idiotic choices have affected?

Because of your inability to give up drinking, because of the fact you refuse to go to councelling, because of the fact that you are selling your pain pills to my older brother for him to sniff, due to the fact you couldn't even stay sober for a couple of hours while you drove down to see your grandson on the day he was born...

Right now I fucking hate you, I'm not sure I'll ever forgive you. Not only did you pretty much give up on yourself but you basically showed that you don't give a fuck about your one and only grandchild. It's too bad, your grandson would have loved you as much as I once did. I just can't do it any more, I can't keep on watching you chose to brig yourself down.

I will not let you put your grandson in any danger, I will not expose him to the little world that you have created for yourself. You and you alone are responsible for this, you have no one to blame but yourself. Until you get clean, sober and go to councelling you will not see your grandson, it pains me and breaks my heart to have to make this decision. However I'll be damned if I am going to expose him to what you are doing. He doesn't need that kind of shit, he doesn't need any of it.

I have very little hope that you will do what will be needed of you, then again you haven't even called. Correction, you called once while I was in the hospital to ask my mom for $10 so that you could go get beer but told her it was for gas to get back home...

I once loved you, I don't know if I have the strength to do it any more. I have two things to think about, I have two things that have to come first in my life and that is myself and my family and it's time that I let go of something that once meant the world to me despite how much it hurts and breaks my heart to do so...

Because of you I give up...

* Hugs *
Some decisions are so tough to take. You are in my thoughts

 

[impressive]

Mother,

Look, it's like this. I cannot stand your passive-aggressive bullshit. I cannot stand your attitudes about my firstborn. That being said, I endure them for the sake of family harmony. What I can't endure is your persistent disdain for the choices I've made. All of them... across decades.

I totally get that you'd prefer I did things differently... in ways that would please you, make you look good to your friends and the community at large, fulfill the dreams you didn't have the courage to pursue. Well, we never shared those dreams. Ever. I don't think you can quite grasp that. Your expectations, your ways, are the right ways, after all. Anything else is just... well, wrong.

I never asked or expected you to martyr your dreams for me. In fact, I'd rather you hadn't. So, don't expect me to express my undying gratitude by leaving my soul at the altar of your sacrifice.

Being persistently told, in a myriad of subtle and not-so-subtle ways, that I shouldn't feel a certain way, react a certain way, be a certain way is erosive. At every fork in the road, big or small, when you could've chosen to accept me as I am, validate me, embrace me, you instead chose to point out where I'm... off. What I should've done. Where I should've gone. What I should've studied. Who I should've married. How I should've parented. Who I should've loved.

You've squandered my love, choice by acid choice. There's absolutely nothing left. Do I have to club you over the head with that? To me, that's cruel. What purpose would it serve to bludgeon you with it? The most merciful thing I can do at this point, for both of us, is to distance myself from you and your poison love as much as possible.

Buh-bye.

 

[Guest]

Mother,

Look, it's like this. I cannot stand your passive-aggressive bullshit. I cannot stand your attitudes about my firstborn. That being said, I endure them for the sake of family harmony. What I can't endure is your persistent disdain for the choices I've made. All of them... across decades.

I totally get that you'd prefer I did things differently... in ways that would please you, make you look good to your friends and the community at large, fulfill the dreams you didn't have the courage to pursue. Well, we never shared those dreams. Ever. I don't think you can quite grasp that. Your expectations, your ways, are the right ways, after all. Anything else is just... well, wrong.

I never asked or expected you to martyr your dreams for me. In fact, I'd rather you hadn't. So, don't expect me to express my undying gratitude by leaving my soul at the altar of your sacrifice.

Being persistently told, in a myriad of subtle and not-so-subtle ways, that I shouldn't feel a certain way, react a certain way, be a certain way is erosive. At every fork in the road, big or small, when you could've chosen to accept me as I am, validate me, embrace me, you instead chose to point out where I'm... off. What I should've done. Where I should've gone. What I should've studied. Who I should've married. How I should've parented. Who I should've loved.

You've squandered my love, choice by acid choice. There's absolutely nothing left. Do I have to club you over the head with that? To me, that's cruel. What purpose would it serve to bludgeon you with it? The most merciful thing I can do at this point, for both of us, is to distance myself from you and your poison love as much as possible.

Buh-bye.

Dear Impster,
For some strange reason, you were given the task of growing up with someone who pointed out your flaws when you needed/wanted praise.

From what I can see, from the time I have known you:
Incredible strength and foresight.
Capacity to love unconditionally.
Beautiful clarity.

I have to wonder if this is the trial you needed to live to complete some journey. I hope you take this missive with the love that is intended.

I am very proud of you as the person you are now.

Very much love,
V~

 

[Tarakin]

Mother,

Look, it's like this. I cannot stand your passive-aggressive bullshit. I cannot stand your attitudes about my firstborn. That being said, I endure them for the sake of family harmony. What I can't endure is your persistent disdain for the choices I've made. All of them... across decades.

I totally get that you'd prefer I did things differently... in ways that would please you, make you look good to your friends and the community at large, fulfill the dreams you didn't have the courage to pursue. Well, we never shared those dreams. Ever. I don't think you can quite grasp that. Your expectations, your ways, are the right ways, after all. Anything else is just... well, wrong.

I never asked or expected you to martyr your dreams for me. In fact, I'd rather you hadn't. So, don't expect me to express my undying gratitude by leaving my soul at the altar of your sacrifice.

Being persistently told, in a myriad of subtle and not-so-subtle ways, that I shouldn't feel a certain way, react a certain way, be a certain way is erosive. At every fork in the road, big or small, when you could've chosen to accept me as I am, validate me, embrace me, you instead chose to point out where I'm... off. What I should've done. Where I should've gone. What I should've studied. Who I should've married. How I should've parented. Who I should've loved.

You've squandered my love, choice by acid choice. There's absolutely nothing left. Do I have to club you over the head with that? To me, that's cruel. What purpose would it serve to bludgeon you with it? The most merciful thing I can do at this point, for both of us, is to distance myself from you and your poison love as much as possible.

Buh-bye.

* Hugs *
Living another one's dream is impossible, sadly.

 

[Just-Legal]

Dear Imp:
What Vella said.

Dear Impster,
For some strange reason, you were given the task of growing up with someone who pointed out your flaws when you needed/wanted praise.

From what I can see, from the time I have known you:
Incredible strength and foresight.
Capacity to love unconditionally.
Beautiful clarity.

I have to wonder if this is the trial you needed to live to complete some journey. I hope you take this missive with the love that is intended.

I am very proud of you as the person you are now.

Very much love,
V~

 

[McKenna]

Dear Zed,

Do you have any idea how precious the gift is that you carry? No. You don't. How do I know this? Because twice before you've wasted that gift, so why should the third time matter?

The epitome of selfish is a mother who doesn't take care of the child who is completely, utterly, dependent on her for every life-sustaining molecule. You may somehow rationalize mistreating an adult, but there is no rationalization for mistreating a child.

And another thing, though this may be your third, it's his first. Let him enjoy it, or so help me I will do everything in my power to see that he realizes how much more enjoyable life can be without you.

I'll be watching.

-McKenna

 

[McKenna]

dear mck,
you've exceeded your private messages.

please clear

~c~

Dear C~



500 messages and still a full box. What does this say about my housekeeping?

All clear now.

McK

 

[Equinoxe]

Melin immo,
Acca telwa. Carinalyë atalantëa nirmë. Mana ná entassë sin carë?

P.S. I am terrible with that language.

 

[Lee Chambers]

Dear X,

I should have written this a long time ago, considering how much I hate you. The word hate gets thrown around a lot, but if I tried using a bigger, more intelligent sounding word, I think it would get my point across even less. So I'll stick with that.

I HATE YOU.

Can you begin to understand this? I want to kill you. Not "I want to kick your ass" kill you. I want to be the one who snuffs out the light of your worthless existence.

She is a wonderful woman. And you hit her. Again and again. You drank and you hit her. You made her run and made her terrified of you. The worst part is you don't even remember most of it. You certainly don't remember throwing her down the stairs while she clutched your oldest daughter (who was too young to remember that horrific incident today) in an attempt to protect her WHILE SHE WAS ALSO PREGNANT WITH YOUR YOUNGEST DAUGHTER!

You don't remember it. Your oldest doesn't remember it, your youngest never knew. She never told either of them. She didn't want to be the mother who turns her children against their father. So she didn't tell them.

But she told me. She's told me everything.

So I hold in my hand the bill for the sins you've committed against your entire family. Despite the fact that you nearly killed them, she stayed with you, dragged you out of the god damned bottle, worked to get you back on your feet. And then you divorced her. Why? For some other pussy to fuck.

God damn you. May God damn you. God why won't you give me the power to make this man SUFFER?!

Do you understand how much I HATE YOU!? If I could I would kill you a hundred times in a hundred ways and it still wouldn't be enough.

She tells me everything because I listen. Because no one else will listen. Because no one else could understand or could just sit there and let her talk and get out all the emotion she keeps bottled up from everyone else.

And you lie. You must lie so well. You lied to the police, you lied to your family, you lied to her family. No one believed her. Your mother never believed her when she told the stories. She couldn't. But she does now. She believes after you leaped off her kitchen table and hit YOUR OWN MOTHER WITH A GOD DAMNED CHAIR!!

You're a God damned monster. You're a God damned monster walking around in human skin.

She's the only one holding me back. She doesn't want her kids to know what you really are. She doesn't want them to know about the problems you've caused for her, how much she's sacrificed and put on the line to make sure they have good educations and opportunities that you nearly destroyed for them. She doesn't want to turn them against you. And I can understand that. She doesn't want to be that kind of person, no matter what kind of bastard you are.

I, on the other hand, have no reservations about that. So I suggest you watch your step. Because if you do anything else that brings her harm or grief...with God as my judge and witness I will go there and I will find you. And the only tool I will bring is a knife...and your screams will be the sweetest music to my ears long after I have spiraled into Hell for what I will do to you.

Just do one good thing with your life and fucking die.

Lee

 

[SeaCat]

Dear X,

I should have written this a long time ago, considering how much I hate you. The word hate gets thrown around a lot, but if I tried using a bigger, more intelligent sounding word, I think it would get my point across even less. So I'll stick with that.

I HATE YOU.

Can you begin to understand this? I want to kill you. Not "I want to kick your ass" kill you. I want to be the one who snuffs out the light of your worthless existence.

She is a wonderful woman. And you hit her. Again and again. You drank and you hit her. You made her run and made her terrified of you. The worst part is you don't even remember most of it. You certainly don't remember throwing her down the stairs while she clutched your oldest daughter (who was too young to remember that horrific incident today) in an attempt to protect her WHILE SHE WAS ALSO PREGNANT WITH YOUR YOUNGEST DAUGHTER!

You don't remember it. Your oldest doesn't remember it, your youngest never knew. She never told either of them. She didn't want to be the mother who turns her children against their father. So she didn't tell them.

But she told me. She's told me everything.

So I hold in my hand the bill for the sins you've committed against your entire family. Despite the fact that you nearly killed them, she stayed with you, dragged you out of the god damned bottle, worked to get you back on your feet. And then you divorced her. Why? For some other pussy to fuck.

God damn you. May God damn you. God why won't you give me the power to make this man SUFFER?!

Do you understand how much I HATE YOU!? If I could I would kill you a hundred times in a hundred ways and it still wouldn't be enough.

She tells me everything because I listen. Because no one else will listen. Because no one else could understand or could just sit there and let her talk and get out all the emotion she keeps bottled up from everyone else.

And you lie. You must lie so well. You lied to the police, you lied to your family, you lied to her family. No one believed her. Your mother never believed her when she told the stories. She couldn't. But she does now. She believes after you leaped off her kitchen table and hit YOUR OWN MOTHER WITH A GOD DAMNED CHAIR!!

You're a God damned monster. You're a God damned monster walking around in human skin.

She's the only one holding me back. She doesn't want her kids to know what you really are. She doesn't want them to know about the problems you've caused for her, how much she's sacrificed and put on the line to make sure they have good educations and opportunities that you nearly destroyed for them. She doesn't want to turn them against you. And I can understand that. She doesn't want to be that kind of person, no matter what kind of bastard you are.

I, on the other hand, have no reservations about that. So I suggest you watch your step. Because if you do anything else that brings her harm or grief...with God as my judge and witness I will go there and I will find you. And the only tool I will bring is a knife...and your screams will be the sweetest music to my ears long after I have spiraled into Hell for what I will do to you.

Just do one good thing with your life and fucking die.

Lee

Lee,

Never become what I am or have been. It is not worth the price you have to pay. Get her free and get her safe but don't go down my road no matter what others may say.

Cat

 

[Tarakin]

Dear X,

I should have written this a long time ago, considering how much I hate you. The word hate gets thrown around a lot, but if I tried using a bigger, more intelligent sounding word, I think it would get my point across even less. So I'll stick with that.

I HATE YOU.

Can you begin to understand this? I want to kill you. Not "I want to kick your ass" kill you. I want to be the one who snuffs out the light of your worthless existence.

She is a wonderful woman. And you hit her. Again and again. You drank and you hit her. You made her run and made her terrified of you. The worst part is you don't even remember most of it. You certainly don't remember throwing her down the stairs while she clutched your oldest daughter (who was too young to remember that horrific incident today) in an attempt to protect her WHILE SHE WAS ALSO PREGNANT WITH YOUR YOUNGEST DAUGHTER!

You don't remember it. Your oldest doesn't remember it, your youngest never knew. She never told either of them. She didn't want to be the mother who turns her children against their father. So she didn't tell them.

But she told me. She's told me everything.

So I hold in my hand the bill for the sins you've committed against your entire family. Despite the fact that you nearly killed them, she stayed with you, dragged you out of the god damned bottle, worked to get you back on your feet. And then you divorced her. Why? For some other pussy to fuck.

God damn you. May God damn you. God why won't you give me the power to make this man SUFFER?!

Do you understand how much I HATE YOU!? If I could I would kill you a hundred times in a hundred ways and it still wouldn't be enough.

She tells me everything because I listen. Because no one else will listen. Because no one else could understand or could just sit there and let her talk and get out all the emotion she keeps bottled up from everyone else.

And you lie. You must lie so well. You lied to the police, you lied to your family, you lied to her family. No one believed her. Your mother never believed her when she told the stories. She couldn't. But she does now. She believes after you leaped off her kitchen table and hit YOUR OWN MOTHER WITH A GOD DAMNED CHAIR!!

You're a God damned monster. You're a God damned monster walking around in human skin.

She's the only one holding me back. She doesn't want her kids to know what you really are. She doesn't want them to know about the problems you've caused for her, how much she's sacrificed and put on the line to make sure they have good educations and opportunities that you nearly destroyed for them. She doesn't want to turn them against you. And I can understand that. She doesn't want to be that kind of person, no matter what kind of bastard you are.

I, on the other hand, have no reservations about that. So I suggest you watch your step. Because if you do anything else that brings her harm or grief...with God as my judge and witness I will go there and I will find you. And the only tool I will bring is a knife...and your screams will be the sweetest music to my ears long after I have spiraled into Hell for what I will do to you.

Just do one good thing with your life and fucking die.

Lee

Lee,

that he divorced her is the best thing he ever did. She's free now, even if she doesn't realize that now. Take her to safety, like Cat suggested, and warn the new woman in his life (who won't want to hear, but do it in spite of this), but don't do to him what you are suggesting. It will bring you to jail, and than she will have nobody left who cares for her.

Tarakin

 

[Lee Chambers]

Lee,

Never become what I am or have been. It is not worth the price you have to pay. Get her free and get her safe but don't go down my road no matter what others may say.

Cat

Lee,

that he divorced her is the best thing he ever did. She's free now, even if she doesn't realize that now. Take her to safety, like Cat suggested, and warn the new woman in his life (who won't want to hear, but do it in spite of this), but don't do to him what you are suggesting. It will bring you to jail, and than she will have nobody left who cares for her.

Tarakin

Cat and Tarakin,

Thanks for the concern. In truth, I only needed to put the words down so I could say what could never really be said. I have no intention of going after this bastard, because she means too much to me and I have too much in my life worth keeping.

Lee

 

[FatDino]

Dear H,

One word. Just one word from you. Make this decision for me. Give me a reason to stay?

L.

~~~

Dear V,

Now I know what you had to go through. I'm sorry I said nothing.

L.

 

[Tarakin]

Dear H,

One word. Just one word from you. Make this decision for me. Give me a reason to stay?

L.

~~~

Dear V,

Now I know what you had to go through. I'm sorry I said nothing.

L.

* Hugs *

 

[impressive]

Dear Health Insurer,

Do you HAVE to make this so damned cumbersome? Sheesh!

 

[bluebell]

She loved the way the sunlight was shining through the glass of carrot juice on the table and glinting on her father's gold cuff link. "There's this part of me that's very weak and doesn't know much and is scared of everything," she said. "But under it is something else, this strong person who believes in the power of love and thinks human beings can squirm out of their predicaments. One layer is full of fear and one layer is full of belief. Do you ever feel like that?"

-St. Ursula's Girls Against the Atomic Bomb

 

[oggbashan]

Dear Local Community,

Please can you think of someone else when you want to start another group?

I'm Chairman, Vice-Chairman, President, Vice-President of almost everything, so much so that I might as well rename myself Poo-Bah, Lord High Everything Else.

There must be other people who are competent to chair contentious meetings.

Please?

Og

 

[McKenna]

Dear Neighbors,

Fuck you, and your little dog too.

Signed,
McKenna

 

[Just-Legal]

Dear Insomnia.

Fuck off.

H

 

[English Lady]

Dear Jesus,

Thank you, from the depths of my heart, thank you.

Love always,

Victoria x

 

[knitedreams]

Dear Life,

Stop it already! My friends and family give up from whatever war you're waging on us. It's bad enough that you put the financial hurt on me by putting me on temporary suspension for two months and having them short my last paycheck. What's with my grandmother being in and out of the hospital for the past four months? What has she ever done to you?

Last is my best friend. You kill her dreams by putting the financial hurt on her and THEN put her in the hospital when she has no health insurance to cover the surgery. Whatever it is we did to deserve this, we're sorry already?! I just want to continue on with my life. My grandmother would like to live out the rest of hers in relative peace. My best friend...well there's nothing you can do to really make her happy since she's always whinning about something, but at least give her a break or two along the way.

Oh...and that writer's block wasn't nice.

Yours,
Knitedreams

 

[Tarakin]

Dear Neighbors,

Fuck you, and your little dog too.

Signed,
McKenna

Dear Insomnia.

Fuck off.

H

Dear Life,

Stop it already! My friends and family give up from whatever war you're waging on us. It's bad enough that you put the financial hurt on me by putting me on temporary suspension for two months and having them short my last paycheck. What's with my grandmother being in and out of the hospital for the past four months? What has she ever done to you?

Last is my best friend. You kill her dreams by putting the financial hurt on her and THEN put her in the hospital when she has no health insurance to cover the surgery. Whatever it is we did to deserve this, we're sorry already?! I just want to continue on with my life. My grandmother would like to live out the rest of hers in relative peace. My best friend...well there's nothing you can do to really make her happy since she's always whinning about something, but at least give her a break or two along the way.

Oh...and that writer's block wasn't nice.

Yours,
Knitedreams

* Hugs *