Dear X:

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dear camp,

what is the point of having four multi-hour/ all day staff orientations within two weeks? its a day camp. not sleepaway. not a special needs camp where everybody needs actual training. its a day camp. stop stealing time away from where i want to be for no reason. i missed my goodnight phone call for you damnit.

~ a grumpy mis~

Dear X,

What is the point of having all these required training given by volunteers for volunteers? Uuugh, and all the dang paper work. :( Why make camp so had for the volunteers to run and the volunteers to participate. I will be so glad when next friday is here and daycamp is over. Of course, I will volunteer to run another next year, :D crazy me.

CSS
 
Dear me,

You need a kettle. You know you need a kettle.
Get up, get out and get one.

Then you can collapse.

love
innervoice.

ps. You also need chicken breasts.





Dear Vegemite or whatever name you go by, satan spread

Urrrggggggh.

You are nowhere near as tasty as marmite. Methinks the people lie

You're not as beefy as marmite and you have a horrible yeasty aftertaste and everyone knows a yeasty aftertaste isn't desirable in anything

You suck *nods*

no love whatsoever,

A newly recruited marmite embassador.
 
Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are,

Every moment I live, every breath that I take, every blink of my eyelashes, I am further convinced that you are my soulmate, my male alter ego, the love of my life, the reason I was put here on this earth. The reverse of that statement is also true; I'm the rich, red, life-giving blood that flows through your veins, as lame as that metaphor is.

I'm reading The Scarlet Letter again for my 19th Century American Literature class. I know most people hate that book and Hawthorne in general, but I have always loved his work. It's just been awhile since I read that particular novel. It resonates even deeper now than it did the other times I read it.

Illegitimate child notwithstanding, of course, we share a deep secret between us. I am Hester Prynne, tall, dark, and silent about what I know. I have been scorned and spurned and publicly harangued for it, but unless you come forward, I'll carry it to my grave. And you...you're a Dimmesdale if there ever was one. I bear my suffering with as much dignity and strength as I can muster while you hide behind a facade of contentment and hypocrisy. You are cowardly and silent, while the crushing weight of what your soul bears is slowly killing you inside.

You see me damn near every day--on the Internet, true, but this is MY literary allusion, and I'll twist it as I see fit--, and the pain of the vision of the one who brought you Knowledge is almost more than you can bear. You look at me as the dark one, the one who caused your Great Fall, but I only brought to light the darkness that you've always been capable of, always held buried within your soul, and loved you for it.

And how will it end? Like it does in the book? Or will one of us break our silence and stop this infernal game? There is just as much cowardice in my silence as yours, so I'm not pointing fingers. It's just that, at this point, I really don't know what to do. I should take solace in knowing that your private anguish is much greater than mine, but that knowledge only rips me apart that much more. I want only for you to be happy, and I have stayed away all this time in hopes that you would find happiness.

We were meant to be together, wrong or not. I know it. You know it. The pain hasn't gotten any better, has it? I told you it wouldn't. One of us has to find the courage to set things right, lest we both go mad. Startling resemblances aside, we aren't fictional characters, doomed only to go where Mr. Hawthorne's pen leads us. We DO have a choice.

Love Always,
Me

Bunny,

Sometimes.. you make my clutch my heart and want to cry for you... I hope you get your heart's deepest desire.. all of them
 
Dear Whom ever could possibly answer this question,
How do I get through sunday with the kids, with a smile on my face, when I have to deal head on with the fact that I no longer have a father to celebrate fathers day with.
 
Dear Whom ever could possibly answer this question,
How do I get through sunday with the kids, with a smile on my face, when I have to deal head on with the fact that I no longer have a father to celebrate fathers day with.

*hugs*

You dont have to get through it with a smile on your face. There's nothing wrong with showing your pain, that you miss your dad. I understand wanting to display a strong, happy face in front of the children, not wanting them to see, not wanting to bring them down... But hiding your feelings to protect them, only teaches that pain and sadness and mourning is something that is to be buried and to be "strong" is to keep it inside.

I've spent every Father's day since I was 12 without him. I tell people that they no longer have to tell me that they're sorry for my loss but that there are certain days where his physical absence stands out and I need to mourn a bit but that I'll be fine.

I'm here if you want to talk .. my PM box is open
 
Dear Whom ever could possibly answer this question,
How do I get through sunday with the kids, with a smile on my face, when I have to deal head on with the fact that I no longer have a father to celebrate fathers day with.

It will be hard. You may go off in another room and cry be a little sad on occassion but you will make it. I lost my mother in February and her bday was April 22nd. About the time all the Mother's Day commercials start. I made it through, I was sad and I cried but the next day I went on.

Know that you are not alone and that others are going through the same thing.:heart:
 
Dear Whom ever could possibly answer this question,
How do I get through sunday with the kids, with a smile on my face, when I have to deal head on with the fact that I no longer have a father to celebrate fathers day with.

Aww. I feel this with my kid sometimes on mother's day. No good advice, except that somewhere along the line I went, fuck it, life is not a hallmark holiday, you know? I'll celebrate Mother's Day the way I want to, not the way I'm supposed to. If I want to grieve my mom on the inside, that is okay.

Remember, this is your life. And my life is mine. We don't have to live anything else. Your kids may be celebrating their father, and that's okay too. Ya know? It all is what it is.

Of course I have had some wine and am feeling philosophical. :eek:
 
Dear Vegemite or whatever name you go by, satan spread

Urrrggggggh.

You are nowhere near as tasty as marmite. Methinks the people lie

You're not as beefy as marmite and you have a horrible yeasty aftertaste and everyone knows a yeasty aftertaste isn't desirable in anything

You suck *nods*

no love whatsoever,

A newly recruited marmite embassador.

I think thats what vegemite is, yeast. Or the left over yeast from a brewing.
 
*hugs*

You dont have to get through it with a smile on your face. There's nothing wrong with showing your pain, that you miss your dad. I understand wanting to display a strong, happy face in front of the children, not wanting them to see, not wanting to bring them down... But hiding your feelings to protect them, only teaches that pain and sadness and mourning is something that is to be buried and to be "strong" is to keep it inside.

I've spent every Father's day since I was 12 without him. I tell people that they no longer have to tell me that they're sorry for my loss but that there are certain days where his physical absence stands out and I need to mourn a bit but that I'll be fine.

I'm here if you want to talk .. my PM box is open

Great post!

:rose:
 
Dear X and X,

OMFG!

First you two cleaned out annuities incurring an early withdrawal the for a new car. (Not to mention the gift tax involved.)

(You've never had a new car before? BULL FUCKING SHIT! I remember quite of few of them since Dad was a car nut. You bitch! All this changing history to warp around your fucked up deals needs to change!)

Then, you wreck the other, older car.

Next, you clean out the money market accounts and savings to buy another new car to replace that one.

I bet you are still thinking about reverse mortgages too, right?

I'm debating sitting down with you both and stating in straight terms that I can NOT support the two of you when y'all are fucking destitute.

Trust me when I say, Grandfather is rolling over in his grave right now. It is ONLY because of him that there is money to drain right now. Soon there won't be any more and then what???

I swear I sometimes think I should have you both declared incompetent and take over the reigns. I mean, it would be one thing if you had enough money to play with like this.

Oh, I know. You both expect the older of you to die soon but, hey, funny things happen. Some people live to be 100.

And you expect the younger of you to die soon after but, all those suicide attempts didn't take, perhaps your master plan won't either.

Grow the fuck up, I'm begging you both. Act like you have some common financial sense and responsibility.

Thank you.

Signed,

Full of fear about the future
 
Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are,

We were meant to be together, wrong or not. I know it. You know it. The pain hasn't gotten any better, has it? I told you it wouldn't.

Dear X,

Not to be brutal about it, but this is heroin addiction, not love. This is poison, killing you. You want humiliation, degradation? Keep down this path. I thought you had some sense, I see I am sadly mistaken.

You want to waste your life on pond scum? So be it.

*sighs* Why am I wasting my effort here?

Nevermind. *walks off shaking his head*
 
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BB, if this is about who I suspect it is my heart goes out to you, but my advice of the past still stands...move on and cut all ties, even 'just' internet. If someone is meant to be with another, that is where they are, not playing out some tragedy for drama value and causing more pain...and deciding to blow their world apart to try and take your candy back also is not a very rewarding experience...it didn't work before the ring was on her finger, what makes you think it will work now? You have others in your life you say you love and who love you, this one is just not one which was meant for you, and yes, does belong to someone else's heart and world, not you. It is painful, but not as painful as stalking and continually fantasising about what could have been in your mind.:rose:

Catalina:catroar:
 
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Dear X,

Please stop laying your guilt trips on me, holding me responsible for everything you don't feel good about and start standing on your own two feet and making decisions and choices for yourself. I know you know I am in a place where I could use more than a little moral support myself, but all you do is bring me down further with your own avoidance tactics and blaming me for everything you can't face. I am patient but this is getting beyond what even I am capable of handling at the moment.

Catalina:catroar:
 
Dear EG and Cat,

You aren't telling me anything I don't already know. I never claimed not to be a fool. In fact, if y'all don't mind removing it from your quotes, I think I'll just take it down. Thanks.

Bunny
 
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Dear EG and Cat,

You aren't telling me anything I don't already know. I never claimed not to be a fool. In fact, if y'all don't mind removing it from your quotes, I think I'll just take it down. Thanks.

Bunny
*HUGGS*

:rose::rose::rose:
 
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