Dear X:

Dear X

I am so, so mad and upset. Where the hell is my support? I do so much for you and get fuck all in return and I'm sick of it.

Get this into your head. Your illness and my illness are JUST AS IMPORTANT AS ONE ANOTHER. I cannot keep up with being the fucking housewife and get better at the same time. Pick one, and if you pick the wrong one, get the fuck out of my house. I'm done.
 
Dear X

I am so, so mad and upset. Where the hell is my support? I do so much for you and get fuck all in return and I'm sick of it.

Get this into your head. Your illness and my illness are JUST AS IMPORTANT AS ONE ANOTHER. I cannot keep up with being the fucking housewife and get better at the same time. Pick one, and if you pick the wrong one, get the fuck out of my house. I'm done.

*big supportive gentle hugs*
 
Dear X

I am so, so mad and upset. Where the hell is my support? I do so much for you and get fuck all in return and I'm sick of it.

Get this into your head. Your illness and my illness are JUST AS IMPORTANT AS ONE ANOTHER. I cannot keep up with being the fucking housewife and get better at the same time. Pick one, and if you pick the wrong one, get the fuck out of my house. I'm done.

* Hugs * :rose:
 
Dear X:

There are times when I think it's absolutely pointless to attempt to flirt with you.

~ Imp a/k/a "the sure thing"
 
Dear M.,
Fuck off.

Dear J.,
You can also fuck off.

Dear Idiot from the Western District,
It actually is first come first served there. Seeing as how you do the exact same job I do, you should know that, and you should also know that WE ARE ALL UNDER THE SAME TYPES OF TIMETABLES. Don't be telling me that *I* have to wait, AFTER I've taken the keys, because YOU are in a hurry. Do you understand me?

Dear C.,
Believe it or not, the world does NOT revolve around you.

Dear W.,
Why do I feel like I'm doing my job AND half your job lately?

Dear Asshole from IDOT,
You're subject to all the same rules and laws of the road that I am; being an employee of IDOT does not absolve you of that responsibility. Had you actually dragged your trailer across the passenger side front quarter panel like I thought you were going to when you cut in front of me, the result would have been YOUR fault. And physically getting out of your truck while all traffic is being diverted onto the shoulder to scream at me just made your situation worse; I have your truck number and your license plate and I WILL be reporting you, is that clear?

Dear R.,
If you are in such a hurry, DON'T MOVE LIKE MOLASSES EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!!! It really IS that simple! Oh, and learn how to follow directions, when we're told to do something a specific way, that really is the way it has to be done. You do not get to substitute or change anything simply because YOU don't like it.

Dear E.,
Everyone has a bad day. However, the next time you go off on everyone who works either with you or for you, there is going to be hell to pay. You do NOT have the right to take your stress out on all of us!

Dear Universe,
Go away and leave me be!!
 
Dear X,

Come to me. Let me lay you down in the big sleigh bed on top of the quilt made by my great grandmother. Let me wash you with my tears. Let me kiss away the memories. Let me love you.

LA
 
Dear M.,
Fuck off.

Dear J.,
You can also fuck off.

Dear Idiot from the Western District,
It actually is first come first served there. Seeing as how you do the exact same job I do, you should know that, and you should also know that WE ARE ALL UNDER THE SAME TYPES OF TIMETABLES. Don't be telling me that *I* have to wait, AFTER I've taken the keys, because YOU are in a hurry. Do you understand me?

Dear C.,
Believe it or not, the world does NOT revolve around you.

Dear W.,
Why do I feel like I'm doing my job AND half your job lately?

Dear Asshole from IDOT,
You're subject to all the same rules and laws of the road that I am; being an employee of IDOT does not absolve you of that responsibility. Had you actually dragged your trailer across the passenger side front quarter panel like I thought you were going to when you cut in front of me, the result would have been YOUR fault. And physically getting out of your truck while all traffic is being diverted onto the shoulder to scream at me just made your situation worse; I have your truck number and your license plate and I WILL be reporting you, is that clear?

Dear R.,
If you are in such a hurry, DON'T MOVE LIKE MOLASSES EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!!! It really IS that simple! Oh, and learn how to follow directions, when we're told to do something a specific way, that really is the way it has to be done. You do not get to substitute or change anything simply because YOU don't like it.

Dear E.,
Everyone has a bad day. However, the next time you go off on everyone who works either with you or for you, there is going to be hell to pay. You do NOT have the right to take your stress out on all of us!

Dear Universe,
Go away and leave me be!!

* tiptoes to her very silently, then gives a very careful but tight hug * :rose:
 
- Clearly not Lit related -

Dear B,
How dare you try to talk me out of taking another job. Sure it would get me out from under your managerial influence, and put me in a different department where I could no longer be your go-to guy. I'm fine with that. If you haven't had the foresight to train other people up to my level of competency.... then fuck you... that makes you a pretty crappy manager, doesn't it?
You keep loading my position up with more crap, more duties, more paperwork; and increasing the penalties for not completing it or doing anything incorrectly. And... you were one of the decision makers to take away the last incentive I had to remain where I am - my nice shift (which hurts my pocketbook too might-I-add). So, with that said... you have only yourselves to blame. Either make it worth my while financially to stay put, or I'm outta here.

Fuck you and the white horse you think you ride. You're just another slick fucking manager who thinks only of what other people can do for you. You have shown me no fucking sympathy, or extended any thanks my way for bailing your ass out time after time - and now you want me to stay put to help you out.

ARGH!!!!! FUCK YOU!
 
Dear Mariah,

Nick Cannon? WTF? I give it three months. :cool:
And just when I was feeling proud that you started to cover up a little.

-Bluebell

-----

Dear People Who Always Mistakenly Think I've Watched The Show "House",

I haven't. And probably won't.

Kisses,

Bluey
 
- Clearly not Lit related -

Dear B,
How dare you try to talk me out of taking another job. Sure it would get me out from under your managerial influence, and put me in a different department where I could no longer be your go-to guy. I'm fine with that. If you haven't had the foresight to train other people up to my level of competency.... then fuck you... that makes you a pretty crappy manager, doesn't it?
You keep loading my position up with more crap, more duties, more paperwork; and increasing the penalties for not completing it or doing anything incorrectly. And... you were one of the decision makers to take away the last incentive I had to remain where I am - my nice shift (which hurts my pocketbook too might-I-add). So, with that said... you have only yourselves to blame. Either make it worth my while financially to stay put, or I'm outta here.

Fuck you and the white horse you think you ride. You're just another slick fucking manager who thinks only of what other people can do for you. You have shown me no fucking sympathy, or extended any thanks my way for bailing your ass out time after time - and now you want me to stay put to help you out.

ARGH!!!!! FUCK YOU!

*many hugs and kisses*
 
Dear Body,

I will treat you better this week. I promise.

L.


P/s: Can you just try to believe that and stop aching for tonight?
 
Dear "You:"

You have no idea how absolutely loved and satisfied you will be tonight. You may think you do, but you don't. I am going to worship your body and make love to your mind. Every touch will electrify you, every kiss will make you beg. And when you are laying in my arms, slowly returning from a practically near-death experience, you will be absolutely and truly convinced that there is a god. ;)

:kiss:

--Me
 
Dear J,

I pray constantly that they're wrong. I just hope you'll be a happy, loving baby. We'll be okay...:heart:

Mom

----------------------------

Dear You,

Sometimes I don't think I can do this. The appointments, the stress, the loneliness of it all. My emotions are so fucked up. I got so mad today when I was waiting for my name to be called at the clinic because I kept looking around at all these fucking couples. I hated them all in that moment. Hated them for their security, predictability, and happiness. Hated how good they all looked...serene...in love...amazed with new life. I cannot for the life of me remember where I lost all that. I wish I could be charted or evaluated somehow so someone could just tell me what it is that's so wrong with me. I can't figure it out. I suck at relationships...but I'm always at a loss for what I should be doing instead. I open my heart to people and make friends, but then they either turn around and completely betray me or they get married and it's like that friendship never existed from that point forward. What is so wrong with me? I'm only good for some set amount of time? Do I have an expiration date printed on me somewhere that I don't know about? I truly do not understand. Stupidly I just sort of thought you'd be hovering around forever, then I blink and...there she is. (We know who I mean...) I don't know what I was thinking or why I was living in my head, pretending we were something we're not. So now my false reality has totally shattered and it hurts so bad that I just don't know what to do except more pretending...only this time pretending that I'm okay, we're okay, we'll always be okay. I hate not being sure of what you're feeling, and how good you are at pretending and hiding, because then I'm never really sure what's going on. I wish things were easier and we didn't each have so much stress bearing down on us. I wish you could go with me every week. I wish I could just be happy for you and not having all this hurt floating around too...I don't know anything anymore, yet I love you more than ever. How did you turn into this person that I so look up to? When did you become my hero?

Love,
Me
 
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