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Dear Sir,

Happy belated Valentine Day.
Hope things are well with you (as well as they can be).

I think (and worry) about you a lot. I hope you know that no matter what, if you need me, I'm here for you, in any capacity that might be.

Even if we cannot be friend, I do consider you one, and that will never change.

Please take good care of yourself. There are people that need you and you owe it to them.

I miss you. And I'll be here.

with love,

part-timely yours
 
Dear X,

I was in a bad place today. It happens sometimes. I know the place you were in was not very great either. I tried to make yours better. Today I needed some of the same from you. I asked the best way I knew how. Maybe I was not clear. A strong shoulder, soothing words, reassurances. I know everything will not be roses. But it will also not all be thorns. Sometimes I need to be the one hearing that instead of the one saying it. So I put it all back in the box...hid it in the way I am so good at...and changed the subject. You let me. Now I am alone and the box is open. But I will hide it again before next we talk.

Yours
 
Dear X

It has been two weeks since I heard your voice and commands..I miss that so much..I get the occasional email from you but it is not the same...if I didn't enjoy having the time with you when I do I would tell you to just not call but I am weak and I need and enjoy it...

Yours
 
Dear X,

Can you hear my screams of joy from 5 states away? Sure, I knew you could.

I LOVE YOU!!

~~YJ
 
Dear X,
Say what you mean and mean what you say or drive through. I love you, but I'm tired of being exhausted from spinning my tires for so damned long that they're flat and the tread is gone.

Dear Y,
I've learned this particular game at a far more trained knee than yours. I love you, but please try acting like an accountable adult and stop trying to justify things with such bullshit, insulting excuses. I will start quoting the Book. That part I did happen to learn at your knee. ~smile~

Dear X and Y,
I love you a lot but I've been invited to play in a much safer sandbox waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay oooooooooovvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeer ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------->here. In another park. With encouraging and helpful people who give a fuck about my well being and growth as well as their own. I do love you and hope that, someday, if you can manage to (re)build your fucking staircase you might consider wondering over to play. But just as an FYI... The "but I'm selfish" thing will fly about as well as the Hindenburg in this particular playground.

I love you both with all my heart and I truly wish the best for you. But I didn't make the mess and I couldn't clean it up if I wanted to. Which I don't. Because it's undeniably not my box. So have fun with that while I work on my side of the street. Which, oddly enough, is my box.

I'm sorry that you're both hurting and I hope each of you finds the answers you need. Wishing health, happiness and prosperity to you both.

Sincerely,
My own
 
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Convincing a 18 month old and a 9 week old to sleep at the same time is quite a feat.

As a side note, I found a few gray hairs yesterday.

I'm 26.

*sigh*
 
Not-so-dear X,

I responded in a normal way, why did you insult me?
One can only wonder how it is to feel nothing but hate, anger and negative criticism.

Pissed off me.
 
Dear X

Thanks so much for doing better at emailing and calling the last few days.I hope it keeps up...Thanks so much for the highest compliant you paid me..that means the world to me...

Yours
 
Dear X,

It was nice of you to give me "permission". I think. Problem is I don't want permission...I want you. Soon. Now would be nice. But I'll just wait until you get back home. Did I mention that I hope it's soon???

Yours
 
Dear dogs,

Why?

Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?

Why?

Why.
Do.
You.
Seek.
Out.
The.
Fucking.
Rugs.
When.
You.
Vomit?

Why?

-Me :mad:
 
Dear X,

Thank you for kicking some fucking sense into my ass today, and more importantly, beating me about the head with truth. Jesus Christ. I would really hate to see what you'd dish out as a D, instead of an s. Scary.

Gratefully,
Me
 
Dear X,

Does it even matter if I talk anymore? You either aren't listening or it's irrelevant.

Screaming and pounding on the invisible box,
Me
 
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Dear X and Y,

Can you please get out of my dreams now?

Ok... Y just needs to stay the fuck out. X can visit but only after we outline the rules and conditions.

Mkaythanks.

me
 
Dear X,

Bwahahahahahahaha!

*wipes tears from eyes*

No, really. Comic gold.
My own little schadenfreude.

In all sincerity ~
R
 
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