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Dear X,

You REALLY need to grow the fuck up. Seriously. And you're choice of partners? ZOMG, that's rich. Talk about the fucked up leading the dysfunctional...

Sometimes you just know the train wreck is coming so far in advance that the anticipation turns into boredom. I think I'll take a nap now and avoid the rush.
 
This has been a very long time coming.. Let the ripping of old scars begin. *sigh*
Hey, I dunno you, and you dunno me. It's just... when someone writes summat like that, and there seems so much hurt in it, and you feel for them... it don't seem right not to acknowledge it.

I hope your ok xxx
Edie x
 
Dear X,
Yes, I never responded to you. Want to know why? Because you were on iggy, for a long, long time, and I never got your PMs. Why did I put you on iggy (and not that I think you really care at this point)? For starters, I have a host of PMs and emails from the months after you broke up with me that provide a strong basis.

But finally it came down to that weekend in the fall a year ago when you were really upset and struggling with something you had to do. Something devastating and lifechanging. I tried to be supportive and caring (I really do still care about you and believe in you). You never responded to my outpouring of compassion and confidence in you. At all. After everything.

And that was it. I wasn't going to be that anymore. I wasn't going to do that anymore. I'm worth more than that.

Me

*hug* :(
 
Dear X,

OK I have had a shit of a day and really sugar coating anything is just a bit beyond me right now so here goes and it's probably better stating it here than creating a huge debacle.

You are a nasty vindictive bitch. Do you really feel that you are not getting the attention that you feel entitled to or do you just not have enough drama in your life so you have to try to create some even at the expense of another person? In fact you remind me of a cockroach they way that you seem to thrive on destruction.

Here is a bit of free advice, hurting someone for your own sick pleasure is not going to make you feel better in any way, shape or form. Sure it might feel good at the time but really what does it achieve in the long run except to show you up for the pathetic excuse for humanity that you really are.

I used to feel sorry for you, I used to make excuses for your behaviour, hell I even tried to put myself in your shoes but I just can't do that anymore.

Grow up, act like an adult, take some responsibility for yourself for once and you should build a bridge, because if you can't get over it then at least you can jump off the fucking thing.

Thank you that is all.
 

Thank you, satiny one. :rose:

Dear X,

OK I have had a shit of a day and really sugar coating anything is just a bit beyond me right now so here goes and it's probably better stating it here than creating a huge debacle.

You are a nasty vindictive bitch. Do you really feel that you are not getting the attention that you feel entitled to or do you just not have enough drama in your life so you have to try to create some even at the expense of another person? In fact you remind me of a cockroach they way that you seem to thrive on destruction.

Here is a bit of free advice, hurting someone for your own sick pleasure is not going to make you feel better in any way, shape or form. Sure it might feel good at the time but really what does it achieve in the long run except to show you up for the pathetic excuse for humanity that you really are.

I used to feel sorry for you, I used to make excuses for your behaviour, hell I even tried to put myself in your shoes but I just can't do that anymore.

Grow up, act like an adult, take some responsibility for yourself for once and you should build a bridge, because if you can't get over it then at least you can jump off the fucking thing.

Thank you that is all.

:rose:

Nice.
 
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Dear X's:

Why bother getting all dressed up, driving a fair distance, paying money to attend (I hope!), and then linger in the foyer instead of actually coming into the room where the event is being held??? And while in the foyer, talking much louder than necessary. It's just plain rude. Please, just stay home next time?
 
Dear myself:

Pointing out narcissistic traits to a narcissist? Pissing in the wind would be much more productive.

Really, shame on you. Go write. :rolleyes:
 
Dear people over the age of 40 who have just found BDSM and want to talk about it with me:

Just because you are older and probably have more life experience than me, it doesn't mean that you automatically know everything about BDSM and safety. See, I've been doing this all my adult life and then some, so I really think I might be able to contribute to the discussion despite my relative lack of trips around the sun. If you initiate a discussion with me, then, please, listen to what I have to say. If all you want to do is preach your newfound passion and "truth", then I'm not your target audience. If all you want is some young meat to try things out with for the first time, then I'm not your target audience either.

kthxbye
 
Dear X

I'm hunting you. Yep. It's the best way to put it. I don't know why. We seem incompatible. For all that I watch you. I look for you to post. I talk to you off Lit like a friend. The whole time I'm reeling you in. Seducing you with my honesty, wit, and candor. I have so much to loose, but the thrill of the chase spurs me on. Right now I'm at a simmer, just waiting for some catalyst to make us combust. I just hope I can contain the fallout.
 
Dear X,


You are a lousy CEO. I'm glad it only took me 2 weeks to fully realize this..Others it took a year..You may stiff me for work I did for you, but the industry knows what a weasel you are. You have a track record. Karma has targeted you.
 
Dear X,

You don't know me. Just because you read through some of my postings, and did something passable to deductive reasoning, you have concluded you know what is true for me. Please don't PM me telling me that I'm "surpressing" my submissiveness and I need to "embrace" it. If you read this. You are not turning me on. You are pissing me off and making me laugh.
 
Dear X;

I don't care what you say there to those people.

You don't say that shit here to these people.

Here isn't there.

These people are not those people.

This shouldn't be so hard to understand.
 
Kid, listen. If you resent the gendered comments you're getting, change your handle to something more dudely. You know, like "Steve." Because "Tiffany" just reeks of femininity.

(her handle isn't really"Tiffany" but almost. I don't want to embarrass the person in question.)
 
Dear X,

I miss you. A lot. I wish I could've heard your voice telling me that you love me. I wish I could've kissed you, held you. I love you.

- Celine
 
Dear F,

Ok, so not returning texts and phone calls is rude. Fine, call me out on it.

I've just about had it with your brand of friendship. Yeah, I know I can be very flakey at times. But I'm sick of always feeling like I am being judged for everything I do.

There were times when I could have really used your friendship. When my mom was in the hospital in Ypsi and I was down there the entire day and wanted to see you you blew me off. I have travelled down to visit you more than once and you have never ventured up this way for the sole purpose of seeing me, as I have driven downstate with the sole purpose of visiting you. Last year at jazz camp I was down there the entire week and you couldn't find any time in your schedule to hang out with me at all. I let you know my plans months ahead of time and you still couldn't make it happen. Thanks.

You don't agree with my life decisions, fine. I could care less, I don't necessarily agree with all of yours. I'm sick of feeling like I'm only your friend when you think I'm doing the right things. It's my life and I'm going to live it the best way I know how, sorry if it is not the perfect way you want it. So for right now I guess I am being rude and I don't intend on answering my phone because I just don't need this headache right now.

k
 
Dear X,

See I did tell you that everything happens for a reason and to not lose hope or to question yourself or your abilities.

Kia waimarie. I will make sure that I wear my lucky underwear (every second day cos they will need to be washed :p )

Happy, bouncy me :)
 
Dear Dog

Will you please STOP burying the bones that I give you in the garden and then exhuming them the next day and bringing the bone plus half a ton of wet soil into my living room when I'm not looking?

I do love you but this is a house, not a mudroom.

Your Owner
xx
 
Dear Dog

Yes, I do still love you. But given you scavenged that big pile of human vomit when we were out walking this evening, it will be quite a while now before you get to lick my face.

Just sayin'.

Love
Your Owner.
 
Dear passive-agressive X,

I do not want to be faulted for not doing things your way. If my way of taking care of things isn't good enough,

you can do all those things yourself.
 
Dear X

You see what I have done here? I have busted a gut, not only for 6 years but throughout the three months of my notice period (even though the reason for my resignation was that I was sick of being shat on) - busted a gut to make a success of the area of the business that you are responsible for. I have worked nights, weekends - all unpaid - and cleared up your mess for you time and again. Since mid June I have had one - ONE - day when I didn't work over 10 hours. One weekend day off, after over 30 consecutive days of busting a gut.

And later this week? Later this week I will walk away, with my integrity and my work ethic and my honesty and my self-respect and my reputation 100% intact. There was a time when you valued things like integrity and honesty and going the extra mile. But once you decided to give them up in yourself, you stopped recognising them in others, didn't you?

No matter. I didn't maintain my integrity for your sake - I maintained it so that I'd be able to look myself in the eye without flinching in the future. It must be a while since you've been able to look yourself in the eye.

I used to have enormous respect for you as a man and as a professional and as a manager. All of that is long gone now.

Me.
 
Dear X

You see what I have done here? I have busted a gut, not only for 6 years but throughout the three months of my notice period (even though the reason for my resignation was that I was sick of being shat on) - busted a gut to make a success of the area of the business that you are responsible for. I have worked nights, weekends - all unpaid - and cleared up your mess for you time and again. Since mid June I have had one - ONE - day when I didn't work over 10 hours. One weekend day off, after over 30 consecutive days of busting a gut.

And later this week? Later this week I will walk away, with my integrity and my work ethic and my honesty and my self-respect and my reputation 100% intact. There was a time when you valued things like integrity and honesty and going the extra mile. But once you decided to give them up in yourself, you stopped recognising them in others, didn't you?

No matter. I didn't maintain my integrity for your sake - I maintained it so that I'd be able to look myself in the eye without flinching in the future. It must be a while since you've been able to look yourself in the eye.

I used to have enormous respect for you as a man and as a professional and as a manager. All of that is long gone now.

Me.

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Why are you so judgemental?! What is missing in you that you feel the need to be so nasty to complete strangers? I'm sorry that you feel so low, truly, but please learn to communicate nicely, even if you feel like a twelve-year-old. If you grow up, some of us might still be here, but if you don't.... *sigh*

Edit: sorry, that was a 'dear' submission, not a reply!
 
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