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Dear DGE

If that's a sarcastic slow hand-clap, I may just have to come over there and give you a good hard spanking.

Love
CP.
 
Dear CP,

No. It is the unsarcastic clapping of a strong flying nanny who fucking GETS THINGS DONE.

Although she does look a little smug, I think you have reason to be.

Of course, I could be speaking in sarcasm right now, couldn't I? ;)

DGE
 
Dear CP,

No. It is the unsarcastic clapping of a strong flying nanny who fucking GETS THINGS DONE.

Although she does look a little smug, I think you have reason to be.

Of course, I could be speaking in sarcasm right now, couldn't I? ;)

DGE

Mind-fuck! You...you...you... SADIST!

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Dear X,

Action A will result in consequences B and C. It's awesome that you live in a world where A can happen without B or C, but I'm not lucky enough to live in that world.

(And by the way, creating a situation in which B & C are guaranteed to happen? That sort of thing makes you a very very very small man.)
 
Dear Mister,

I love you because you let me love you without feeling obligated to give me attention back.

It doesn't hurt my feelings. It's not emotional masochism. I honestly do prefer it this way.

I think...no, I know...that if you gave to me as much as I gave to you, I would feel less attracted to you. I think perhaps that's rather strange, as it seems that a lot of women really love being the center of attention. But honestly, I like living in your shadow. I think you deserve the best, and being my light is what makes me the happiest.

Thank you. :heart:
 
To the local folks who think we're the fucking SPCA:

Okay, folks, I get that you don't personally want to take abandoned or sick or injured dogs and cats into your home. I get that maybe you feel you can't afford it, or you have allergies, or have little kids who might not know how to deal with rescue animals that might not know how to deal with them.

But when we say that because our fence went down this winter, we can't take more than one medium-sized, reasonably socialized dog at a time; or we say we can't take more than the one or two *kittens* we're currently fostering, socializing and getting old enough and strong enough to be adopted out... don't bring us a 50-pound mother dog with three 15-pound "puppies" who are at least three months old (too old to still be with their mother!), and essentially guilt-trip us into putting them in our basement for three days until we could get them to a shelter, then spending hours and HOURS cleaning up poop and pee from all over the basement, and picking up and having to throw away all the things they tore apart.

It's not fair: to us, to the dogs, and to the *single* dogs and cats that we might think three or four times about fostering/sheltering, or even refuse to do so in the future because you don't understand that even people who love animals have limitations.

K?Thx.Bye.

To us:

Yes, we love animals. Yes, we know that no one else within 50 miles will take in most of the animals who need to be rescued. Yes, we want to rescue as many of them as we can.

HOWFUCKINGEVER: We *do* have limits. I'm >60 years old, have an extremely bad back, am overweight and short-winded, and have had at least five heart attacks. You, my love, are much younger and healthier and fitter, but you have a full-time job that eats up a whole crapton of your time and energy.

For either of us, or both of us, to continue to take on what we *know* is too much to take on, is terminally foolish for both us and the animals who might be deprived of the services we can give them in the future because we got burned out by trying to do too much.

We have to set limits. We have to make those limits known to the people who want to just let *us* take care of things. We have to stay within those limits. If we don't, the kittens and cats, puppies and dogs, who we might otherwise be able to rescue and propel into a situation where they can get adopted into a forever home may be deprived of us. I know it's hard, but we have to look to the future: ours, and theirs.

Moi
 
I don't say that a person is my friend unless I mean it. So, to the people today and for every day in my past that really got under my shell and was who I thought was a REAL friend, that betrayed me, took advantage of me, and hurt me, you can all have a nice big glass of fuck you.

I realize it's not very Christian of me to hold grudges. I'll get over them one day and genuinely forgive, but listen up and listen well...

I.

Do.

Not.

Forget.
 
I don't say that a person is my friend unless I mean it. So, to the people today and for every day in my past that really got under my shell and was who I thought was a REAL friend, that betrayed me, took advantage of me, and hurt me, you can all have a nice big glass of fuck you.

I realize it's not very Christian of me to hold grudges. I'll get over them one day and genuinely forgive, but listen up and listen well...

I.

Do.

Not.

Forget.
"forgive" does not mean bringing someone back into your bosom. And it certainly does not mean letting them fuck you over again.

It means not letting their past shit affect you now.
 
"forgive" does not mean bringing someone back into your bosom. And it certainly does not mean letting them fuck you over again.

It means not letting their past shit affect you now.

Trust me, I don't let people who hurt me get a chance to hurt me again, not anymore.

I used to have a lot more forgiving and trusting nature, and recently got screwed over by a woman who I thought of as a sister. Then I got hurt by another person that I thought of as a friend. Those two little disasters so close together made me much less trusting.

It's sad that a young woman like me that so easily loves can't do that out of sheer fear that I'll be hurt again. It really goes to show you what kind of world we live in today, that people will openly and callously hurt others for their own benefit.

Fucking disgusting. :mad:
 
We have to set limits. We have to make those limits known to the people who want to just let *us* take care of things. We have to stay within those limits. If we don't, the kittens and cats, puppies and dogs, who we might otherwise be able to rescue and propel into a situation where they can get adopted into a forever home may be deprived of us. I know it's hard, but we have to look to the future: ours, and theirs.

:heart:

Yes. Set limits and stick to them and don't, not for one second, feel as if that makes you a bad person in any way.

I'm sure I don't have to tell you how much I love animals. I'm also a very capable owner. I have no pets right now and won't until my life is settled enough to provide a proper home and care for them. No amount of begging or guilt tripping can change my mind on this. This is isn't selfishness, it's called being responsible.

You cannot take all suffering upon your shoulders. There are lots of ways to help without breaking your back (figuratively and literally) in the process, and rendering yourself incapable of helping at all.

Stand firm, SW. In the words of the philosopher Eastwood, "A man's got to know his limitations."
 
Trust me, I don't let people who hurt me get a chance to hurt me again, not anymore.

I used to have a lot more forgiving and trusting nature, and recently got screwed over by a woman who I thought of as a sister. Then I got hurt by another person that I thought of as a friend. Those two little disasters so close together made me much less trusting.

It's sad that a young woman like me that so easily loves can't do that out of sheer fear that I'll be hurt again. It really goes to show you what kind of world we live in today, that people will openly and callously hurt others for their own benefit.

Fucking disgusting. :mad:

:rose:
 
Borbouns? Is that bonbons with a bourbon creme filling? Sounds yummy!

:: early morning chortle ::
 
Borbouns? Is that bonbons with a bourbon creme filling? Sounds yummy!

:: early morning chortle ::

:D Could be a misspelling of burrbuns - a painful condition arising from bungee jumping onto a rough or irregular protuberance on any object.

Also, getting a tramp stamp of V.P. Aaron Burr.
 
Dear K.
I hope you drive the car off a bridge, semi-suspended by a wedgie-determined bungee cord. ( like Deeeeeg said) - something about bourbon....
yada yada yada...

and as for you, S...
Please don't screw with me, the alternative has always been the easiest choice.
Trust is NOT implied, so don't even think about going there.
= facebookfail= disappointed
:(


Regards,
Me
(I'm really too old for this crap-on-a-cracker)

*vent-sigh*
 
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Dear Mum,

Well once again I thought you had grown up and could actually be nice to me. Once again I was wrong.

Yes I know that you don't like what I wear. I am not you. I do not want to wear layers and pastel colours, they do not suit me.

For some reason you are the only person that thinks I dress cheap. I work in a corporate job and the ladies at work always ask where I get my clothes from and even buy the exact same items themselves and they are older than me.

First questions when I tell you that I get a new top is how revealing is it and is it more suited to a hooker or an 18 year old. Yes I know I am in my 30's but I don't wear tops that show alot of clevage, I don't wear skirts that show my ass off every time I bend over and I know I cannot wear heels because I can't walk on them.

I have never once ripped the shit out of what you wear so it would be appreciated if you did the same for me.

Your over it daughter.
 
Dear K,

The least you could have done was talk to me like a mature adult instead of being the child you are. If you wanted to leave you should have just said so. I am strong and could have handled it that way alot better then you leaving and sending me a good bye text saying you would always love me.

If you really loved me you would have manned up and stayed through the first rough patch we had...instead you felt the need to run home to Mama. I guess though that proves to me what I have always known...you never truly loved me...and once a Mama's boy always a Mama's boy.

The past few months have taught me a lot about who I am. Thank you for letting me go though...it has brought about a wonderful turn of events!

Always,
 
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