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*HUGS & HUGS*Dear X,
It hurts so bad to know that you can be intimate over the phone and online with other woman but you can't even have a simple conversation with me. I fucking know that all these women are your little fantasies and that you make them feel like they are the center of your universe because you feel guilty about taking from them. It shouldn't hurt because you've made no promises to me even though you know...YOU KNOW...the connection we share is there.
Guess what. I've tried doing what you're doing, but I can't do it. The duplicity gets to me, and everytime that I try being with someone else I can only think of you. I block them completely out. I even said you name to one of them over the phone when I came. You haunt me, and there are days when I get so pissed about it I can't stand it. I want back my control. I want you to go away from me, from my heart, from my soul if there isn't going to be anything between us.
God how I love you and I will forever and right now it sucks royally.
HB

*HUGGS*Dear X,
I don't know why the fuck I'm trying anymore. It's not making a difference. The same thing keeps happening. So my trying just isn't good enough. I hate that I start thinking I'm beginning to get it or I'm doing better because then something comes alone to show me that I'm just deluding myself. I'm fucking tired of it all.

Dear X,
I don't know why the fuck I'm trying anymore. It's not making a difference. The same thing keeps happening. So my trying just isn't good enough. I hate that I start thinking I'm beginning to get it or I'm doing better because then something comes alone to show me that I'm just deluding myself. I'm fucking tired of it all.

Dear X,
I don't know why the fuck I'm trying anymore. It's not making a difference. The same thing keeps happening. So my trying just isn't good enough. I hate that I start thinking I'm beginning to get it or I'm doing better because then something comes alone to show me that I'm just deluding myself. I'm fucking tired of it all.
Dear X
I miss you.
I know you were tired and done.
I just wish I had seen you one last time.
But you have given me so much I carry with me. Your stories, your wisdom, funny things you've said, how to make meatballs, expressions, love, photos, memories...
I can hear your voice inside me. Hope I never lose that.
I love you.
You can rest now![]()