Dear X:

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Dear X,

How much longer? I've stood by you faithfully for over four years now. How much longer do I have to push my desires aside because she can't get over her petty bullshit? How much fucking longer?

I love you more than my own life, but I can't do this anymore. You say we can "take a break" and try again later, but that's not how it works. If I go, I'm gone for good. I won't be sucked back into the cycle again. I'll save up money, pack my shit, and get the fuck out of Dodge. I'll block your phone number and your email address and all your IM names. I won't leave a forwarding address.

I have given and given and given until I have nothing left in reserve. At one point in this relationship, leaving was something I only occasionally thought about. Mostly, I thought about making it work. Now, making it work is something I only occasionally think about; I think about leaving almost all the time now.

The only thing that keeps me where I am is knowing that I'm nothing without you. But is it better to be nothing or better to stay somewhere you know you're not wanted? Somewhere you know you'll never really get what you need, so what's the fucking incentive for hanging on, anyway?

You're content to bury your head in the sand and say, "It's going to get better." Well, it hasn't, and it's not. She's had over a year to adjust to this, and she's still acting like a spoiled teenager. It's not going to change. She's not going to change, and I'm done being the pawn in her bullshit power struggle with you.

How the hell is it right for me to have to suffer because she has issues?

I'm insignificant in this relationship. Decisions are made without my input. When I bring up grievances, nobody's even willing to discuss them unless I force it. All I ever get is "Don't worry about it." I'm sorry that I don't have a whole lot of faith in your ability to handle things, but even you have to admit you don't have the greatest track record here.

Maybe if you had some sort of plan for how you're going to handle this differently. Maybe if you would stop shielding her from the consequences of her actions and letting her get away with being a cunt over and over.

But no. I've never been good enough for you. I've had to play second fiddle for longer than anyone else on the face of the planet would have because she won't pull her head out of her ass, and I'm done with it. Fix it or find another slave who'll put up with your "married couple" bullshit. There's no earthly reason for me to keep bending over backward for the two of you anymore.

~Bunny
 
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Dear Powers That Be,

Please, please I am willing to compromise a little but I need to keep things as close to as they are as possible. Everything was finally coming together. No matter what, I'll survive. I always do no matter what you throw at me. I always figure out a way. But too much is depending on me this time. For the past 23 yrs I've always been able to think up a solution to whatever "worst-case scenario" could possible hit me. This time I can't. I have no answers.

Please just put me out of my misery soon, I can't sleep, my head hurts, my stomach is being turned inside out, my eyes are twitching. I'm falling apart.

Maybe today...

~~J
 
Dear Powers That Be,

Please, please I am willing to compromise a little but I need to keep things as close to as they are as possible. Everything was finally coming together. No matter what, I'll survive. I always do no matter what you throw at me. I always figure out a way. But too much is depending on me this time. For the past 23 yrs I've always been able to think up a solution to whatever "worst-case scenario" could possible hit me. This time I can't. I have no answers.

Please just put me out of my misery soon, I can't sleep, my head hurts, my stomach is being turned inside out, my eyes are twitching. I'm falling apart.

Maybe today...

~~J
:( *BIG HUGGS*


Hope you feel better soon, ES!! :rose:
 
Dear X,

I've stayed out of it, cause there's really no point, but jesus christ. Is it possible that there could be one thread, one nice person coming on here for a little help, and getting it from some of the good people here, without you having to stick your nasty, selfish, idiotic little agenda in there somewhere?

You're a poisonous little fuck, and while before now I was merely amused by the whole confab (and sorta glad the group finally had something to amuse themselves with) I have changed my mind. You're a nasty little bloodsucker, a tick on the body of this board, and if I had the power I'd twist you off and set my lighter to you.

I hope making enemies was your goal, cause if so, you've scored another point.
 
Dear x,

you are a remarkable person. Kind. Thoughtful. Smart. Creative. Playful. Hilarious. And the most sensual person I know. you are perversely inventive, and the perfect Lit weirdo collaborator. Happy anniversary.

:rose:

---Me
 
Dear x,

This has such huge potential.

I want this future.

Me x
 
Dear X,

I've stayed out of it, cause there's really no point, but jesus christ. Is it possible that there could be one thread, one nice person coming on here for a little help, and getting it from some of the good people here, without you having to stick your nasty, selfish, idiotic little agenda in there somewhere?

You're a poisonous little fuck, and while before now I was merely amused by the whole confab (and sorta glad the group finally had something to amuse themselves with) I have changed my mind. You're a nasty little bloodsucker, a tick on the body of this board, and if I had the power I'd twist you off and set my lighter to you.

I hope making enemies was your goal, cause if so, you've scored another point.
We just say; "Meet Bloved, the local poo flinger."
 
Dear X,

I seem to have been waiting my whole life for you, yet you still don't come. Yes, we've had times where you've gotten near, and always a painful, soul-wrenching retreat. I still want you, that won't change, but this wait has destroyed me in many ways. I'm not the same person now as I was when I started looking for you. I'm colder, more bitter, more cynical.

I never thought I'd be in this position, still waiting. I still, somehow, manage to find a brief flicker of hope that someday I'll hold you close, feel the softness of your skin, see the blueness of your eyes, hear your breathing as you lie beside me in the dark of the night.

Come to me, please, I've fought so hard already, I don't know how much longer I can do so. I love you.

~M.
 
Dear X

I'm totally and completely wigging out, and I will, until we have this next conversation. I'm sorry it happened the way it did.

I'm gutted that I feel like I've let you down, stressed that I've worried you.

I feel sick.

The next few days are going to be the longest ever.
 
Isn't it apparent, theoretically, that the more you smother someone, the harder they struggle to get free?
 
Dear car

It would be really nice if you could start EVERY time I turn the key, not just when you feel like it. It would be PARTICULARLY good if you could start on work mornings or NOT start when I take you to the garage which would mean they could fix you.

You loving owner

kara x
 
Dear X,

I'm really sorry that I didn't get a chance to say a proper goodbye. I hope that where you are now you are free from the pain.

I miss you every more every day, but am trying to cope with the fact that you are no longer there.
 
Dear Universe,
So was the lesson in this life supposed to be learning to live with disappointment? If so, I think it's been mastered.
 
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Dear x,

I am so lucky to have you. Thanks for being my rock when I thought I was losing my mind. I AM so GLAD I found you. And for every minute since that point. I am not me, without you.

Love you, love me.
 
Dear X

Where do I start? The only person to blame is myself. I let my own hopes and desires make a fool of myself, it is my fault for opening my heart and letting the illusion you held before me become a reality I couldn't live without. It's my own stupidity that led me to believe it would really work, that you'd actually move here and accept my children and myself as you promised. I wasn't thinking with my head, only heart, I wasn't listening with my mind and ears only the pathetic dreams and hopes I desperately hung onto.

You did your part, proving I was less than a man, that by falling on my knees and praying to a god I no longer have faith in that you might actually come true, my family looking at me and knowing I was truly crazy that night and each day forward.

The only thing I did right was walk quietly away, and you knew that was going to happen, quietly laughing at me each night as you pushed my sanity further and further out of reach.

I wonder if you read this if you'd feel a twang of conciense? I wonder if you'd laugh and brag about it to someone, knowing you had the power to destroy a life that never meant much but now means nothing?

In the end we both know it doesn't matter, I amused you I'm sure and kept you occupied for the year we spent together, and while you're out finding another fool I'm quietly dying with every drink I toss back.

So why prove how pathetic I am and even write this? *shrugs* Maybe to get it off my chest, maybe to prove I'm not completely dead... yet, or maybe to finally put it into two final words...Good Bye
 
Dear X,

Reflecting over the past year and a half has left me sad and disappointed in myself. Even now with things as they stand, I check here several times each day just in case you stopped by and left a message. It's often the first thing I do when I walk in the door. And I know exactly where things stand.

While I have regrets that only you will understand, I know that I grew as a person during our time "together." But now, as I look around and pay attention to what is truly important and lasting in my life I feel like a fool, wondering why I was so willing to risk what I have.

I love you. There's no way around that. For a while I was completely in love with you. I wanted you like I've never wanted anyone or anything in my life. Still, you are the man in all of my fantasies. You probably will be for a very long time. I think I will always wonder what might have been.

Right now, though, I need to take an extended break from this site. I need to let it go for a while. It's unhealthy for me. It will be tough and I'm sure to check back, but I'm going to really try to stay away.

The timing is bad, because I really want to know you're okay. I need to know if you are well. I know you will make it through all of this. I know it with every cell in my being. I also believe that the obligation of stopping by, messaging me, and probably wondering if I'm okay cannot help your recovery. I don't belong in your life. I'm stress you do not need.

Maybe in the future we will actually master the friendship thing. I would love that. I want you to read my words when I finally get them on paper (or screen...). I want to read yours. I trust you with every detail of my life. I'm honored with what you've entrusted me.

I miss you. I love you. This is not easy to type and I will struggle to click submit. But, I will.

Me
 
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