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Dear my ears,

Any chance you'll heal anytime soon? I'd really like to put my earrings back in before the piercings close all the way.
 
Dear X,

Sometimes I wonder what it all means. I keep thinking it will all disappear. Will this new schedule cause things to change? Am I really important to you? I don't know if I'm feeling insecure because I've never had these things or if there really is a reason to feel that way.

You were so adamant about continuing to talk when I wanted to step back to adjust my thinking. You were the one that said that we were together. I didn't ask or bring it up. Yet sometimes I wonder if you're just waiting until she is available again or if you longtime friend would want to try a relationship. Sometimes I wonder if you're using me. But I have nothing to compare this to so I don't know if I'm just insecure.

It hurt to read what you wrote with all of the other changes you've been going through. You didn't mention anything about me.

I wonder if it's just my exhaustion talking right now. If that is why I feel so insecure right now. I do know that not getting to see each other much is going to make things a lot harder now.

me
 
Dear X

I'm still waiting for the night that is better than my imagination. Have been patient with the placekeepers, but am ready for the realdeal. By now you better make it a double--strike that--if I get any more pent-up there may be an 'international incident'. So, "Dear XXX--HURRY UP!":devil:
 
Dear X,

Hope you know I would never do this if I really didnt have too. Hope you can still enjoy your time here. I'll see to it that you got everything you need when you are here, including privacy and peace.

Wish things was diferent. Wish everything could be as I planed. sigh

I am so sorry...

Love you.. Hope you know.
~me
 
Dear weird separate worlds of natural birthing chicks and medical establishment,

Um, hi, I like doctors but I want some control over my body. Why is this such a fucking problem? As usual, I don't quite fit in anywhere. Why are you both being so difficult?

And a shout out to women - mother fuck, y'all are annoying. Why is every topic so fucking emotional? I want studies and facts. I don't need to grieve my hospital birth and I don't care if you feel guilty about yours. Sometimes I hate you all. Sorry, I am cranky.

hugs and kisses,
itw
 
Dear weird separate worlds of natural birthing chicks and medical establishment,

Um, hi, I like doctors but I want some control over my body. Why is this such a fucking problem? As usual, I don't quite fit in anywhere. Why are you both being so difficult?

And a shout out to women - mother fuck, y'all are annoying. Why is every topic so fucking emotional? I want studies and facts. I don't need to grieve my hospital birth and I don't care if you feel guilty about yours. Sometimes I hate you all. Sorry, I am cranky.

hugs and kisses,
itw


Dear ITW,

Um, are you with *cough*baby?!!!*cough* :). If you are...massive congrats!:rose:
If you're not...just ignore me :cool:

I am quite easy on this topic...though I am emotional and probably annoying. My current position is I don't care where or how I have one....i just want one.:eek: And hopefully soon before i wake up and find the menopause upon me :rolleyes:
 
Dear ITW,

Um, are you with *cough*baby?!!!*cough* :). If you are...massive congrats!:rose:
If you're not...just ignore me :cool:

I am quite easy on this topic...though I am emotional and probably annoying. My current position is I don't care where or how I have one....i just want one.:eek: And hopefully soon before i wake up and find the menopause upon me :rolleyes:

Eh, too soon to tell. But thanks. :)
 
Dear X,
Please call me. I am pouting. I am really am not this clingy, it's the weather, it sucks and brings out the lonely in me. ~ Me
 
Dear ITW,

Whenever you may next be expecting have whatever kind of birth you want. Whatever you need to feel safe and peaceful and loved - do that. Screw everyone else. It's not their birth anyway. ;)
 
Dear Leroy Brown,

You're a fucking charlatan and I'm coming for you. I'm the baddest man in the whole damn town.
 
Dear M&M,

I know I've said it a lot recently, but I just can't figure out how to say it any better. I miss you. Although I love my family, and have missed them, part of me really wishes it would be you at the airport picking me up instead of them. Everyone should just live close together so we don't have to miss each other every again.

I can't wait to talk to you again.

:heart:
Your m.
 
Dear ITW,

Whenever you may next be expecting have whatever kind of birth you want. Whatever you need to feel safe and peaceful and loved - do that. Screw everyone else. It's not their birth anyway. ;)

Thanks, Cutie. I don't know why I get so moody. Sometimes it just feels like crowd x all says ra ra ra this and crowd y all says ra ra ra that and I'm going, ok, I just want to make a rational decision without the ra ra! Does that make any sense? At any rate, people are free to feel how they want. I need to not let it bother me, and just buck up and make the best decision for me.

<snip>I am quite easy on this topic...though I am emotional and probably annoying. My current position is I don't care where or how I have one....i just want one.:eek: And hopefully soon before i wake up and find the menopause upon me :rolleyes:

Ha, no, you can't possibly be annoying. And I hope you get everything you wish for minxie.
 
Dear X,

I love you because you make me happy.
I love you because you make me feel safe and secure.
I love your smile.
I love the way you say my name.
I love the look in your eyes when you tell me you love me and how you laugh at me when I do something stupid, when others would put me down.
I love the fact that when I'm around you I can be myself and not worry about what you may think of me, because I know you love me for who I am. No matter what my faults may be.
At night I love watching you sleep, hearing you take each breath, and feeling your heart beat with the palm of my hand... reality hits that you are not a dream YOU ARE MINE.
I love the way you wrap your arms around me and hold me really tight, like there is no tomorrow.
I love the way I feel when your lips barely touch mine for a kiss, the love and emotions that go through me at that moment are unexplainable.
I love your laugh.
I love hearing your voice.
I love that you get along with my family and friends, no matter how much you dislike them, or who they are.
I love how caring and gentle you are with me.
I love the way you take me.
I love the way I feel when you touch me.
I love the way I need you and crave you.
I love how happy I am when we are together.
I love how silly we can be, as two big kids.
I love how you pull me close to you.
I love how I can rest my head on your sexy manly chest.
I love every light touch of your hand, every kiss you give. I need them. Crave them. Adore them.
I love how the way you spank me. Hard, but with so much love in it!
I love how you use me for your pleasure.
I love your domly voice that gets me so HOT.
I love the way you show me you love me.
I love the way you care of my kids. I love seeing you toy with them.
I love how I can make you smile the way you smile when we are together.
I love that I am nice in your eyes and that I am good enough for you.
I love the wee things you do and say to bring smile on my face.
I love the way you put my collar around my neck, so tight.
I love how the touch of your hand feels on my body.
I love how it makes me shiver and melt.
I love how much I need you and want you when you laying next to me.
I love how your presence makes me whimper for your touch, for your attention.
I love how vulnerable and yet safe I feel with you.
I love how needy I get with you and how much you excite me.
I love how slutty I can be with you.
I love the way you get yours with me.
I love how helplessly I need you, crave you.
I love how peaceful I am when you hold me in your arms.
I love that can I come to you for a hug and you allways hug me back.
I love kneeling at your feet, worshiping your nice cock.
I love how you tie up my hands and use the hot wax on me.
I love how you give me no other option than obey when we play and how you can get the best outta me.
I love when you pull my hair, telling me all the things you do. And I love how blissfuly high I am when you do that.
I love when you use me as your personal fucktoy and when you fuck me hard.
I love when you love me as your special wee lassie and take me gently.

You know, I love all the things you do to me, with me and for me. For all of us. But the main reason I love you is because... You are you! My beautiful freak. :) I love you.


Cannot wait to run into your arms and throw myself to your feet! :heart:

~your love and sex needy pet :eek:
 
Dear X,

You are a child and you are not tough. It is all a front in order to mask the real pain you have inside of you. I know you are miserable and only lying to yourself. You are actually hurting yourself worse and you are too stupid to see it.

You dont know what love is. I doubt you ever will. You have nothing. You go back to the sameold people that treat you like shit because you are weak.
You lie because you are weak. You steal because you are weak. You cheated because you are a weak child.

These are not actions of an adult. An adult would have done it the grown-up way. These are actions of a stupid child who surrounds herself with stupid children. An adult would have taken my advice and just walked away. Maybe we would have been friends still in some sense. Granted even at that point you where lying to me.

You did what you had to do because you are an immature child. that is the thinking of a child.

But you are to much of a pussy to admit you are wrong. To much of a pussy to come and say it to my face like an adult. Instead you hide, you run to someone else to confess your sins. You pull the cheating and lying to cover your ass. What you did was bad and all your fault. Drive you to cheat and lie, who the fuck are you kidding dipshit?

People say you are evil. No you are just a stupid cunt. Things will only get worse for you, because you are too stupid to understand anything. We all see through your bullshit and lies dear. Maybe you learned that from your loser friends?

But i doubt you will read this. ( 1 because you are limited) I doubt you will understand this. you will just blow it off and spin it so you are the victim.
YOU destroyed something that was good because you couldn't handle it. It was 95% YOUR fault, and you will never see that.
 
Dear X:

"Who are you to judge the life I live? Im not perfect and I dont try to be, but before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean." - Bob Marley.

"Ive made mistakes in my life, I've let people take advantage of me, and I've accepted way less than I deserve. But, I've learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and some people who will never be sorry, I'll know better next time and I won't settle for anything less than I deserve."

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~Me
 
Dear X

We've been sisters-in-law for quite a long time so I thought the parameters of our relationship were fairly well established by now; ergo, you hate me and my family and I am not all that fond of you either. But I do try to get along with you, honestly.

I feel bad for you that your life is completely controlled by your obsessions with cleanliness and hygiene. I am sure that must make day-to-day living incredibly difficult. But truly, there is no need to be such a bitch to everyone and judge them by your own impossible standards.

I hate spending time in your home because of your fixation with cleaning and the way that your house reeks of chemical air fresheners and sanitisers. I hate the way that nothing is ever out of place there and that everything you cook tastes like it has been boiled in bleach. I hate the fact that you don't have any books - "because they carry germs" and that you won't let the kids join a library for that reason - wtf?

Most of all, I think what I really hate is your fear of everything and your unwillingness to let anyone help you. Because I would help you if you would let me.

And by the way, here's what your kids got up to when they stayed with us over the school holidays a couple of weeks ago. I doubt they will tell you because they know they wouldn't be allowed to come and stay here again.

*Stayed up past midnight if they felt like it
*slept on the floor and sofa if they felt like it
*Didn't take baths or showers until they actually smelled (I did intervene at that point)
*Ate chocolate cake for dinner. And steak for breakfast
*Camped out in the haybarn overnight - there's rats in there as well
*Drove 4WD quad bikes in mud and ice
*Drove a car around the property
*Lit an enormous bonfire
*Went fishing and fell in the river - several times.
*Baked bread
*Helped a sheep deliver twin lambs and then saw the sheep die
*bottle fed orphan twin lambs through the night (they are thriving now)
*Dug manure into the garden and planted seedlings
*Learned how to play poker. For money
*Shot some wild rabbits and possums
*Chopped firewood using axes and a chainsaw.
*Helped the neighbor slaughter and process a pig.

:D
 
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Dear X

We've been sisters-in-law for quite a long time so I thought the parameters of our relationship were fairly well established by now; ergo, you hate me and my family and I am not all that fond of you either. But I do try to get along with you, honestly.

I feel bad for you that your life is completely controlled by your obsessions with cleanliness and hygiene. I am sure that must make day-to-day living incredibly difficult. But truly, there is no need to be such a bitch to everyone and judge them by your own impossible standards.

I hate spending time in your home because of your fixation with cleaning and the way that your house reeks of chemical air fresheners and sanitisers. I hate the way that nothing is ever out of place there and that everything you cook tastes like it has been boiled in bleach. I hate the fact that you don't have any books - "because they carry germs" and that you won't let the kids join a library for that reason - wtf?

Most of all, I think what I really hate is your fear of everything and your unwillingness to let anyone help you. Because I would help you if you would let me.

And by the way, here's what your kids got up to when they stayed with us over the school holidays a couple of weeks ago. I doubt they will tell you because they know they wouldn't be allowed to come and stay here again.

*Stayed up past midnight if they felt like it
*slept on the floor and sofa if they felt like it
*Didn't take baths or showers until they actually smelled (I did intervene at that point)
*Ate chocolate cake for dinner. And steak for breakfast
*Camped out in the haybarn overnight - there's rats in there as well
*Drove 4WD quad bikes in mud and ice
*Drove a car around the property
*Lit an enormous bonfire
*Went fishing and fell in the river - several times.
*Baked bread
*Helped a sheep deliver twin lambs and then saw the sheep die
*bottle fed orphan twin lambs through the night (they are thriving now)
*Dug manure into the garden and planted seedlings
*Learned how to play poker. For money
*Shot some wild rabbits and possums
*Chopped firewood using axes and a chainsaw.
*Helped the neighbor slaughter and process a pig.

:D

Glad the kids had fun, mine grew up on a farm and probably did most of those things!
But I'm really sorry that their mum has issues....it must be hard for them to really be kids most of the time :(
 
Dear G

So now my ex husband is having another baby.

There is all the stuff with finances and health and the worst thing of all is that move and all that it signifies for me.

Please, give me a break.

I honestly can't cope with much more,

Thanks,

me.
 
Dear X,

How does it feel to lose? How does it feel to lie? How does it feel to cheat? How does it feel to lose more then likely one of the greatest guys you will ever find out there? How does it feel have lost the man who listened to you bitch and whine about the most stupidest shit ever, meaningless childish bullshit?
(and a man who actually cared)

How does it feel to pretend you're a friend to someone and lie to there face for months? (funny you should know that one, you've had some real winners as friends, perhaps you learned from them not learned to not be like them) How does it feel to betray? How does it feel to kick a man while he is down? How does it feel to manipulate? How does it feel to throw fits because shit didnt go your way?

How does it feel to throw fits because someone is walking in the wrong spot? How does it feel to be a liar? How does it feel to be a heartless cunt? How does it feel to sleep with another woman's man? How does it feel to use people? How does it feel to be an attention junkie?

How does it feel to not respect yourself? How does it feel to not have respect for anyone else? How does it feel to be obnoxiously "all about me"? How does it feel to constantly play the victim? (you know you could win the academy award for this one) How does it feel living your life every day knowing karma will come back around to you? How does it feel to fuck another woman's man in a dark parking lot in your car? How does it feel to suck another woman's man's dick in your car? How does it feel to to take a dick in your ass and like it? ( you know you loved it) How does it feel to be a loser?

How does it feel to be a slut? (yes you are a slut b/c all the above, pin you as one) How does it feel to have your life ruled by others b/c you have no spine? How does it feel to be pathetic? How does it feel to have to find your men online b.c you have no social skills? How does it feel to seek pity for yourself with just about anyone that will give you attention? How does it feel no not be able to support yourself? How does it feel not to have any value? How does it feel to have had basically it all, have it not be enough, and be a stupid fucking twat and lose it all? How does it feel to be STUPID?

How does it feel to play with peoples hearts? How does it feel to lie to yourself? How does it feel not to know what love is? How does it feel to be worthless? How does it feel to not own up to anything you did wrong? How does it feel to pretend to be the "bigger person"? How does it feel to be fake? How does it feel to have no life? How does it feel to take advantage of people? How does it feel to not be happy? How does it feel to deserve nothing?

How does it feel to have Herpes, because you couldn't keep your legs closed? How does it feel to remain a liar even after everything you have done?


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Thank you
 
Dear X.

Quit shitting up a sex board i sometimes read with your venom. I certainly dont want to read it in every thread.
 
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