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Dear R.,

About last night...thank you. The ugliness and the pain are still there. They aren't likely to go away anytime soon, I know. But that knot that's been in my chest for the past several weeks has loosened considerably now. It's still there, too, but at least now, I feel like I can breathe again because of you. Thank you again. You don't know how much I appreciate having you as a trusted friend.

~Randi
 
Dear X - did I ever tell you it's kind of annoying to call in 20 minutes when you said to call in 20 minutes and it rings through?

You get a free pass cause I would not want to be you right now otherwise, but, you know. Meh.
 
Dear X, I so wish you could see how trying to be the coolest thing on the planet while judging others who are deemed by you less than your all accepting cool is so hypocritical and contradictory all in one. Why can't you just be human, real, and accept just like you, people do not agree with everything and everyone 100% of the time, but at least admit to it instead of attacking others and then pointing out how wrong they are for making judgements or saying what they think? I remember a time you thought it uncool to be married...guess what, it suddenly became cool when you got married...I also remember when you felt it uncool and unimaginable to be submissive....guess what, now you have tried it you are the coolest sub around....I also remember when you thought it uncool to have children...guess what, now you are contemplating having some of your own perhaps. While you are busy trying to prove how accepting of everyone you are and being super trendy, you are stepping on toes of people just trying to live their lives in peace without disturbing anyone else and also accepting of the differences of others, they just don't feel a need to go around shouting about it and proving how ultra cool they are because of it. I have tried being patient, but I just hope we do not have to share another cup of coffee for awhile to give me time to catch my breath again...and yes, I know you are still young and have a long journey ahead of you, (that is often the charm which saves you from many), and I have faith you will outgrow this phase just as you have others, but sometimes I just wish some of the phases would pass quicker for both our sakes. And why can you not see how cute and cool Russell Brand is?!! Damn girl, you need your eyes checked or something?!!

Catalina:catroar:
 
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Dear X,
see all the nice things you are doing for the kdis now that you are only doing because you know the support hearing is in two weeks and you will owe me retro to the date I filed if i say that you havent given me any money?
Well guess what?
You were supposed to be doing these things all along and if you would have we probably wouldnt be going through the hell we are right now.
Why can't you just grow up and take care of the mess YOU made instead of just looking out for your self?
I can't wait to see your face when you get served the divorce papers at the support hearing. Thats what you get for refusing to give an address.
 
Dear X -

if thinking that someone's a douche when they choose to be derogatory of someone else's sexual stuff makes ME a trendy douchebag, I'll happily wear the nametag.

Moral laziness is something I don't choose for myself. Seeing someone being attacked under the guise of "I'm just expressing myself" is always going to get a response from me. And "lazy" is an attack word, it's not unloaded, you don't just get to say "oh well I didn't mean any offense when I said something offensive."

Because I'm just trying so hard to be cool in the way I expect others to be cool to me. And you. And one another in general. What a huge gaping asshole that makes me, to actually have standards whether I like people or not about how they treat new people, unpopular people, other people. You would have NO complaints, veiled or otherwise if I was taking someone to task over osg or over your own life choices, and I have and would in a minute JUST as tenaciously, when people descend to call them fucked up lazy wrong stupid or sick. Talk about double standards.

That's the problem with having ethics about these things, people think they get a free pass to maltreat the unpopular and that when someone says "uh excuse me, what the fuck were you just saying?" they are suddenly the new victim.

I'm not even going to touch the obvious personal shit in that post, because really, suffice it to say you don't know me and your selective portrait of my past and present is a good laugh. I've never looked down on what I'm not so I don't have to care what you think of what I am. You can project as much cool and uncool as you want on my honest process and my life - I never really did. Tip - not everyone my age gives a flying fuck about trendiness and cool, some of us are worried about the same shit you are - where the next meal comes from, how to pay the rent, how to squeeze some joy out of life.

Babies however, still repulsive. For the record.
 
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Dear X,

I am sort of perplexed at the possibility of this situation and how it came to be (simply because I cannot think of a moment when it could have happened). All things considered I am feeling really good, my life filling with plans and preparation for the coming changes. That said, you'd be a wonderful holiday present in my life. Am I ready??

Me
 
Dear X,
It takes a lot to piss me off, but you have just gone and done it :mad:

You want to get back at your ex, fine. But don't drag my husband into your little games and lies. Saying that he had sex with you in April last year, when you know full well that he has NOT, has really pissed me off. Yes he slept with you years ago, when you and your ex were split up at the time. But he has NEVER had sex with you since then.

We don't need to be part of your shit. You can sleep with the whole speedway fraternity and we won't give a damn. Sir says He wouldn't touch you now with a ten foot pole, because your cunt has had more dicks through it than the Harbour Tunnel. You have now been blocked from our chat and we won't be taking phone calls. You just shat in your own nest dear, have a good life :mad:
 
Dear Virii attacking me,

Leave me alone. I have plans for this weekend and refuse to be sick!

*goes off to find tylenol and tissues*
 
Dear X (god damn PMS and sick make me grumpy)

I know you're only in town for less than 24 hours and I would have loved to have seen you...

that being said... at 9:40PM you call and say, "Well????" and when I reply with "Well what?" obviously confused and you say, "Didnt you get my text message?"

You ask if you and your fiance can come over for a late night visit, fitting us in somewhere between all the people you need to see. If you'd really wanted this visit, why didnt you call in the first place, instead of sending a text message? Had you called earlier, we could have arranged something, but now it's late, I'm sick, and Malin has a movie date with his OSO. So I had to tell you no.

if the phone was good enough for the follow up call... why not have used it for the first one

Nna Hteb
 
Dear X,

I am sorry you feel like we trying to trip up your legs, but you gotta understand that she's my mum and she's protecting me. Sadly your bank account is signed on name of my mum and yes she will cancel that account so you gotta make yaself a new one, not a big deal I think.

You cannot mess with people lifes and expect them to stay dumbly nice to you as I always did. If it was my bank account I would prolly let you use it, but my mum just wont. She loved you like her own son, but you acted like a total asshole, so yes she's dissapointed in you. Maybe even more than I am. She can't even talk to you and smell you around now and you know what? I am tired of protecting your ass!! If you wanna hide your income you gotta find yaself someone else who will make an bank account on their name and let you use it. Soz, but think my mum would let you use that account after what you have done to me is a bit silly dont you think?

Ask your new bitch to make a bank account for you or some of your friends? My mum dont wanna have anything to do with you and I understand that. Your bank account will be canceled, so you better make yaself a new one.

Ya know hear you saying we trying to trip up your legs while I made you phone number on my name where you made not a smal debt which I gotta pay instead of you right now is really funny. I am tired of paying for your shits so gimme a break.

The New Year is behind the door and theres still few things that remeber me you was part of my life. You will be always father of our 2 kids, but I will destroy anything else you gave me, all the pictures of you, our wedding pictures and anything possible I'll find and think it smell of you somehow. You are being erased outta my life. The only thing about you that will leave in my house are our kids, nuthing else. The past where you and me were "us" will be forgoten once forever.
 
Dear J,

Do you really think Im going to tell you how to fill out and respond to the separation paperwork? Read the fucking instructions like I did.

And you better hurry, time's running out.

Tick, tick, tick...
 
Dear Mom,

Yes, you've put on some weight. They told you the chemo would do that. Yes, your face is a little puffy- the chemo is doing that, too. But y'know? I didn't notice either of those things, until you mentioned them. I noticed your eyes- your eyes are different. You're still the joyful, energetic, strong woman you always were... but this chemo is taking your vibrancy, and is leeching it from you. Your eyes, beautiful as they are, were dulled, muted. It was harder for me to see your eyes that first time, than it was for me to sit with you through your latest chemo consult. It was harder for me to try to photograph them looking dead like that, than it was for me to feel the hardened veins in your arm and leg... and to hear about how the new chemo will make your finger and toe nails fall off. Seeing your bald head... that was nothing. It was easy- you have a lovely, bowling-ball perfect head. But your eyes... they speak volumes. They speak of your sadness at your appearance. They speak of your exhaustion. They speak of your fighting, and of how tired you're getting of fighting. They speak of how you want it to be over, but that you must persevere. Your eyes show the battle you're fighting, even when your smile doesn't. Even when you raise a glass and toast the season and hug your kids, and dance with your lover, and laugh with all of us... your eyes aren't fully with us... which means you aren't fully with us.

This is not a criticism, beautiful mother. This is simply something I've noticed- this is simply an observation... and it is a vocalizing of what I held in all weekend.

I love you so utterly much. I love you so much I can't even articulate it. You are the most beautiful woman I know- inside and out. You are the most sweet, caring, kind person I know. You are amazing- you are so full of fight, even if you haven't the passion you once had. You inspire me- you give me perspective. You give me so much joy. I couldn't have spent too much time with you these last few days- I haven't seen you for months...

I am SO lucky that you are my mother.

God was good to me, when he gave me you.

~cries and simply understands~
my mom fought her own battle with cancer..Thankfully, she won.
I pray the same for your mother and for your family.
 
Dear X~ (Not meant for anyone here)

Sometimes I wonder just how much of this issue is me and how much is you. I still haven't figured it out. How fake are you? Am I only seeing you as fake because you are or am I seeing you as fake because I no longer know anything about you? When was it that you became so secretive? How was it that I no longer number you in my heart as one of my best friends? Where did the love really go? Did I kill it or did you by making me feel less than human? Is the love really gone or is it hidden beneath the veneer of anger and rage I never let out? I don't know...more and more, I want to be able to say I don't care. Because honestly, what have you given me to care about?

*heart sore and hurting*

Me
 
Sometimes I wonder just how much of this issue is me and how much is you. I still haven't figured it out. How fake are you? Am I only seeing you as fake because you are or am I seeing you as fake because I no longer know anything about you? When was it that you became so secretive? How was it that I no longer number you in my heart as one of my best friends? Where did the love really go? Did I kill it or did you by making me feel less than human? Is the love really gone or is it hidden beneath the veneer of anger and rage I never let out? I don't know...more and more, I want to be able to say I don't care. Because honestly, what have you given me to care about?

*heart sore and hurting*

Me

*gathering you up and holding you close*

My dear dear Luna...
 
Dear FedEx Man:

Thank you for being prompt and here with a smile. You made His day and now we can watch THE BIG GAME tomorrow...whooohooo.
 
Dear Me,

When did you loose your moral compass? Before you met him you never would have even THOUGHT of doing what you've done. You hated people like what you've become... I know you still believe what you're doing is wrong, so then why is it that you keep only wishing that they'd find out? You still love Nick, so why can't you stop thinking about him? You're turning into someone that you're not. You're doing things that you NEVER would have before. I don't know who you are anymore and that scares me... Let him GO, he has her and you have him, the LAST thing either of you needs is eachother, complicating matters. Who CARES how much you have in common with each other? You both made your choices so get over it and move on. You SWORE you would never do this to anyone, and yet here are two people that will only be heartbroken if you continue down the road you're on... Before you DO do something stupid walk away. No one will get hurt if you just walk away NOW you haven't done anything yet... Forget him, forget those talks, forget how it seemed like you knew eachother forever even though you just met. Forget his face, his voice, his hands... focus on the three years you have invested in a GOOD relationship with a GOOD man, focus on the fact that he's MARRIED, and though they aren't his blood, he does have step-children. Focus on how bad it hurt when Albert cheated on you if you have to but FORGET him. Please, before it goes to far and you loose everything you've worked so hard for... just forget him. Find yourself again... Let him go. Before you fuck everything up.

I'm begging you.

Sincerely,

The me you never listen to.
 
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