Dear X:

[fieryjen]

Dear Department of Homeland Security,

Fuck you. So my Green Card application was "lost in the mail", was it? How very interesting that the post office disagrees and says that it was tracked right to your fucking front door. But oh, I forget - you're infallible, and nothing is ever your fault, and that's why there is absolutely nothing I can do, and no place I can complain. Now there's no way I'll receive my Green Card anywhere close to on time. I'll have to be here semi-illegally and unable to work while my husband desperately tries to find a job that will support the both of us. That's just fucking fantastic.

Thanks a lot.

 

[Trombonus]

Dear Department of Homeland Security,

Fuck you. So my Green Card application was "lost in the mail", was it? How very interesting that the post office disagrees and says that it was tracked right to your fucking front door. But oh, I forget - you're infallible, and nothing is ever your fault, and that's why there is absolutely nothing I can do, and no place I can complain. Now there's no way I'll receive my Green Card anywhere close to on time. I'll have to be here semi-illegally and unable to work while my husband desperately tries to find a job that will support the both of us. That's just fucking fantastic.

Thanks a lot.

Been there. Tried to renew my own card and it took them over two years. I'm still pissed.

 

[fieryjen]

Been there. Tried to renew my own card and it took them over two years. I'm still pissed.

I didn't realize you even had a Green Card. How long ago did you renew it, if I may ask?

 

[Trombonus]

I didn't realize you even had a Green Card. How long ago did you renew it, if I may ask?

Yup, I was born in England and moved here when I was 8.

I sent it in around this time in 2004, but didn't get it until 2006. My parents were supposed to renew it when I was 14 but didn't, so I had all kinds of problems. Of course, they never told me anything no matter how many times I wrote or called. I went to Europe twice in that time and got held up at the airport the second time. I was beyond pissed.

 

[WildAngel4U]

Dear Alice

Yes I know you gave birth to all of us, but that does not give you the right to be in our lives anymore. Four years ago when you tried to kidnap Matthew and stole all that money from Dad it was the straw that broke us. I mean we lived with your drinking for 14 years and the horrid way you treated us with your mood swings. Never mind growing up with someone who wanted everything but gave nothing in return. All four of us have grown and become better people without you in our lives, we are happy and healthy and don't want your horrible influences in it. We told you that 4 years ago when you walked out the doors with that drug dealer, you chose in that moment and we weren't it. Please leave us be and forget you ever had children. We don't hate you, we don't pity you...its just that we don't care about you. Thanks

Not your daughter

 

[WildAngel4U]

Dear Will

Thank you for excepting me the way I was. Thank you for breaking through all those walls to the real me. You are the reason I feel again, the reason I trust again and the reason I gave my heart a 2nd chance to love again. I know we were not meant to be, but you changed me for the better, made feel more then I had in years. Thank you.

Your younger woman

 

[Tarakin]

Dear Department of Homeland Security,

Fuck you. So my Green Card application was "lost in the mail", was it? How very interesting that the post office disagrees and says that it was tracked right to your fucking front door. But oh, I forget - you're infallible, and nothing is ever your fault, and that's why there is absolutely nothing I can do, and no place I can complain. Now there's no way I'll receive my Green Card anywhere close to on time. I'll have to be here semi-illegally and unable to work while my husband desperately tries to find a job that will support the both of us. That's just fucking fantastic.

Thanks a lot.

Yes I know you gave birth to all of us, but that does not give you the right to be in our lives anymore. Four years ago when you tried to kidnap Matthew and stole all that money from Dad it was the straw that broke us. I mean we lived with your drinking for 14 years and the horrid way you treated us with your mood swings. Never mind growing up with someone who wanted everything but gave nothing in return. All four of us have grown and become better people without you in our lives, we are happy and healthy and don't want your horrible influences in it. We told you that 4 years ago when you walked out the doors with that drug dealer, you chose in that moment and we weren't it. Please leave us be and forget you ever had children. We don't hate you, we don't pity you...its just that we don't care about you. Thanks

Not your daughter

* Hugs *

 

[Guest]

Dear Department of Homeland Security,

Fuck you. So my Green Card application was "lost in the mail", was it? How very interesting that the post office disagrees and says that it was tracked right to your fucking front door. But oh, I forget - you're infallible, and nothing is ever your fault, and that's why there is absolutely nothing I can do, and no place I can complain. Now there's no way I'll receive my Green Card anywhere close to on time. I'll have to be here semi-illegally and unable to work while my husband desperately tries to find a job that will support the both of us. That's just fucking fantastic.

Thanks a lot.

*mega hugs* babe

hope it gets worked out quickly for you.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Dear Life,

Have you not shit on me enough lately? Did you really think I needed *more* stress? Did you have to take my job away once my contract ends?

 

[MrsDeathlynx]

Dear Life,

Have you not shit on me enough lately? Did you really think I needed *more* stress? Did you have to take my job away once my contract ends?

*hugs*

 

[knitedreams]

Dear Powers That Be,

I know you're conspiring against me at the beginning of this year, but don't you think I've had enough YET? First you took away my financial aid, then my job, then robbed me of money from my last paycheck (Did you really think I wouldn't notice that one?), and now you've had something gone wrong with my car.

It's not just me either. The people around me are suffering too. My grandmother, my best friends, and my really good friend in England are all having it bad. Please tell me this is a prelude to good times and lots of laughs because I'm not laughing right now.

I get that there is no "bottom of the barrel" and no such thing as "there's nowhere else to go but up." I'm just a little worn out right now. Can't you cut me some slack?

Knitedreams

 

[starrkers]

Dear X

I'm sorry. I can't do it any more. Every time you've pushed a sexual exploration point, I've given. We've done things I would have done. But every time I did something "special" as a "don't expect this to happen every time, or even any time soon again", you've gradually pushed it into a regular happening, some of them have become an every time.

I joined this site because you wanted me too. You wanted me to put my writing out there. So I did it. To please you. Then I joined in the AH, and you watched me. And I showed myself off, because it gave you a thrill to know that other people looked at me, liked what they saw and couldn't have me because I belong to you.

We don't ever talk about anything anymore, except what you want to do to me sexually. You know I hate that kind of talk. You know I'm not overtly sexual. Yet you constantly push.
Well today, we found the limit. It wasn't even anything new. I just couldn't make myself do it any more, any of it.
So now I'm a selfish bitch who takes her pleasure and doesn't care about yours. You just don't get it, do you? Yes, I have a physical reaction, sometimes it's a massive one. But emotionally I hate it. I don't want to do it. YOU do. The only reason we do 90% of the stuff we do, is because you enjoy it.

I can't do it anymore - I can't pretend I love it when I don't. I know I'm a sexually repressed weirdo.

Just, please, don't take it out on the kids. It's not their fault you didn't get what you wanted. It's mine.

Your wife.

 

[English Lady]

*hugs* for crim, knite and starrkers.

 

[English Lady]

Dear X,

I know this is how it goes, that you don't deal well with this kind of thing and I know that this silence is not a snub. I know it's the busy time of the month and I know you enjoy hearing from me. Yes, I know all this but I can't help but feel a little concerned, too.

I sometimes just wish you could feel comfortable with this, that you could respond in kind, however briefly. I know you do, in your own way now and again, out of the blue and I appreciate it alot, I really do, but sometimes I just want a bit more.

It's selfish of me, I know and things aren't going to change or if they do, it'll be slowly but I do wish, I do and I can't help it.

If by some reason you ever do see this, I'm not backing away, the friendship isn't going to change or be pulled away just because I feel frustrated sometimes, no. This is just a way of getting to grips with how I feel, a way to express myself without threatening you or coming over as too demanding. I use the words 'know' and "wish" on purpose. The things I know are factual, the wishes are just that.

Take care, love.

Your friend,

V x

 

[Tarakin]

Dear Life,

Have you not shit on me enough lately? Did you really think I needed *more* stress? Did you have to take my job away once my contract ends?

Dear Powers That Be,
(...)
Knitedreams

Dear X
(...)
Your wife.

* Hugs *

 

[deathlynx]

*hugs from me to all three as well!!!*

 

[christabelll]

Big Huge Hugs ((((((((((((EVERYONE))))))))))))))

 

[Guest]

........

 

[Just-Legal]

Fuck you. Fuck your TV commercials and fuck your drug reps doling out pens, magnets and lunches. Those who really need your medications want/need affordable life-saving drugs and generics then paying for your slick ads with scary fucking side effects. Those who really need your medications would rather their doctors give them samples than you spending money for your fancy lunches trying to whore off your drugs.

Wake up and quit being a bunch of greedy motherfuckers.

Un-sincerely,
Someone-who-has-to-watch-others-agonize-over-the-cost-of-life-saving-drugs-or-feed-their-family

That's it, blame the reps and not the companies.

Sorry, my father is a Pharmaceutical rep in the UK, and whilst our system is different, the pressure he is under to sell and get "That" contract is immense.

... And I can't believe I just defended him after our huge falling out. Fuck me.

 

[Guest]

.........

 

[Just-Legal]

I did address my Dear X to the pharmaceutical companies and did not blame the drug reps for doing their jobs; their employers, I did.

You did and I apologise. I think I'm just out for a fight. Will happily remove my comment if you wish.

*goes to slap self repeatedly*

 

[Guest]

......

 

[Just-Legal]

No, that's all right. You're fine.

My steam has dissolved. It's a pointless rant anyway since being that angry doesn't do anything; it hurts me more. They don't listen.

No, they don't. And thats what pisses me off more, that you really feel like you just can't do anything.

*Sigh*

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Dear X

You're absolutely adorable. Completely irresistible. And your messages have been clear, even though I know it looks like I'm oblivious to them. You can't even know how difficult you are to resist, you cute, juicy, bright little thing.

But o man that would so not be a good idea, me going there, for about a hundred reasons.

Don't think I'm not thinking about it, though.

cause I am.

bj

 

[logophile]

Dear you,

For the year that we owned this house together, the year when you lived up north all week and just came home on the weekend, I did my best survive financially. Every month that you didn't give me the agreed-upon amount of money for your share of the bills, I steamed. And every month that you marveled at my "financial finesse" because I was somehow robbing Peter just enough to pay Paul so that we had electricity and phones, I wanted to verbally rip you apart. I don't even know how many times I told you I needed to sell the house. I was honest with you, telling you that I was drowning in a sea of debt, that my anxiety was causing the weight loss and the hair loss and the irritability. You begged me to keep the house. Each and every time, you said that you would start helping out. Then you'd bring 20 dollars worth of groceries and some used piece of furniture you'd picked up on craigslist. You got angry when I was not appropriately enthusiastic over your financial contribution. You made three times what I made last year, and I supported myself and my three kids on my income. You fell further into your own debt and didn't contribute one real dime to this household.

Well, I managed to keep the balls in the air for a while. In the process I destroyed my health and fell behind in school. I still work two jobs while raising a family and carrying as many as 17 credits in the honors program. And now that I've finally kicked you out of our life, I am trying to pay catch up. This week, I wrote checks to cover the phone bills. Because I was paying a minimum amount, I had over three hundred dollars in back bills. Because you agreed to pay for the neutering of the kitten, but didn't, I paid the vet the one hundred and fifty that you never did. The water bill? The one you said you were taking care of the whole time - it hadn't been paid in the entire year we lived here. That means you never paid it - not once. I paid three hundred to the water company this weekend.

My student loan money is just about gone for this semester. And today, the electric bill came. I haven't one spare cent to pay them all winter, and because they couldn't shut me off till April 15, that was the bill that didn't get paid. I opened it today. It was over two thousand dollars. I don't have the money. I just don't. And April 15 is coming fast. My brakes are bad on the car. I have an appt to get them fixed tomorrow. But I have to decide between brakes and a decent first payment for the electric to avoid shut-off.

It is entirely possible that we will not have power here in two weeks. Because you spent your money foolishly, and refused to fulfill your obligations. You cried when we broke up, saying you couldn't believe I was ending our relationship over money. But what I ended our relationship over was your lack of respect. I told you love was an action verb, and you made a list of things you did for me. You had the audacity to include on that list coming home every weekend to "visit" me. But in doing that, you were merely doing as you promised when you moved up north to work. And, as usual, you didn't even really do it the way you said you would (you skipped weekends, came late, left early and complained each time about the drive). But the amount of money I paid out this week, plus the amount I owe the electric company is only half of what you agreed to give me. If you had done what you offered to do, I wouldn't be where I am now. Love Is An Action Verb.

You didn't love me the way I loved you. I would have never done this to you. As a matter of fact, I repeatedly bailed you out of your small financial disasters because you were my partner and I loved you. I paid for payday loans, tanks of gas, forgotten gifts for your friends and family, overdraft fees, and car insurance. Never once did I let you fall.

Remember that next time you decide to ruminate on how unfair our break-up was.

Me.