Dear X:

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Dear X

My mojo is at a low ebb. My soul has been hurt in real life and feel like I'm adrift. You whisper in my ear that I'm still sexy, beautiful, stunning, vivacious, and the biggest bitch in the world. I look in the mirror and see none of it any more. Just a shadowed version.
But sadly I have been in this hole before. I know the signs. And instead of curling up into a ball I'm clawing my way out. I see exit and I'm moving towards it. Yes I leave pieces of my soul behind. But I'm moving forward.
 
S.
How DARE you, yet again, dismiss my point of view.

What part of "I think outside of the box" did you fu**ing not sign on for? Since when did it become "convenient", just because you're feeling poorly, to insult me?

Bite me.
 
Dear X,

Somehow, someday I am going to be able to look at and absorb all of this and not blame you. To look at you once again with patience and compassion for your burdens and challenges. Someday I will, but not today. Today, I am just too tired to even try.

~Completely wrung out me.
 
Dear X,

Somehow, someday I am going to be able to look at and absorb all of this and not blame you. To look at you once again with patience and compassion for your burdens and challenges. Someday I will, but not today. Today, I am just too tired to even try.

~Completely wrung out me.
A {{{curicali}}}. (hug)

I know the feeling. :rose:
 
Dear X,

Are you done yet? As you know, this was a fairly shitty month... a fairly shitty year, really. Yes, there were a few things that were really really good and I am incredibly grateful, but for the most part I've gotten the shit end of the stick in life lately. And maybe some of that was my own damn fault, but I've spent enough time analyzing and regretting to understand and accept the mistakes I've made and I've moved on. And just as things are about to change and improve and all these opportunities have opened up for me because I've worked my ass off and made it happen you give me... today.

I mean really, what the fuck? I don't know who you are... fate, God, Satan, an apparition brought on by some horrible deed I did in a past life come back to haunt me... and frankly I don't care... but why you felt the need to give me one last "FUCK YOU!" today of all days is beyond me.

But know this: I am stronger than you think. I will fight you. I will beat you back. I WILL NOT cry or break down or retreat like the me of the past might have done. I will make myself happy, and I will make the people I love happy and make them proud of me no matter what other shit you decide to throw my way. So go ahead, asshole. Do your worst.

Sincerely,

Me :kiss:
 
Dear Brain,

If I could beat you into submission right now, I totally would.

~Bunny
 
Dear X,

I find it ironic that, in all your worries that I would break your heart, you ended up breaking mine. But then, I don't think you really have a sense of irony; it wold make a lot of our interactions make more sense. You reacted poorly to my being poly, so of course the natural thing to do would be to immediately begin dating two guys at once, and then leave me for the other one. You say you want a guy who'll do anything for you, yet when I offered you everything I could give, you shot me down. You said I was the only one you'd ever want, and... well, here we are.

Well, here I am. You didn't even have the balls to break up with me. You just locked me out of your life with nothing but a single paragraph email. And honestly, from the contents of that and our last conversation, it seems to me like you were more interested in protecting yourself than in doing what's right. But that's hardly surprising; our relationship was always one where I would give, and you would take. Somehow, I was still okay with that.

You dragged it out over weeks, made me wish I'd never met you so many times, in your indecision. I don't think you realize how unfair it was to keep me waiting, and just assumed I would be there if you finally deigned to grace me with your love. I may be poly, but I don't go in for casual flings either. If I'm with a person, I'm playing for keeps. How could you possibly assume I'd be okay with what you've done? And now, it just seems like every time you told me you loved me, and only me... it was a lie.

Fine. Enjoy yourself. But I can't imagine Mr. Monogamous is going to fare any better than I myself did, you capricious woman.

Sincerely,
The one you let get away.
 
Dear X,
You will not like to hear this, but I have searched deep in my soul and I cannot find the least compulsion to call you Mistress anything, at any time. You're not MY mistress, and you have displayed the kind of disrespect for so many people that I just... No, let's not go there.

However, I admit that I also feel a lot of compulsion to keep silent on the subject, because your tantrums are legendary. You're an emotional bully and I will have to be wearing much stronger emotional armor before I take you on.
 
Dear fucking-evil-trog,

You fucked up the love of my life before we even met. You are such a bully, physically and emotionally, that she cannot even fathom the possibility of playing with me, even though I want to submit to her in every way. You're not a domme, you're an asshole. Women like you should not be allowed to have sex with anyone, ever, for fear of inflicting this kind of damage on another human being. And the friend request on Facebook? Seriously?!

I hope we meet again one day.
 
J

You make me believe in thrown rice and rings and those stupid posed couple photos.

You make me strive not just to give love wholely (which has never been the hard or scary part) ut to accept it without questioning it or picking at it.

I don't know what magic it is that you wield, but under your spell I am for the first time in a very long time, uncomplicatedly, unreservedly happy.
 
X,

I wish I hadn't found out you were racist over lunch today. I guess I've been seeing the signs for a while, but when I remember you getting bent out of shape over your ex husband saying the same racist shit to you about your family, it confuses me as to why you'd use the exact same talking points with a straight face... just in a different context.

I guess I really should have expected to be left at the restaurant to hitch my own ride when I called you out on your bullshit. I'm not calling you back first though. It ain't gonna be something I'm just going to "get over".

Sincerely,
Your daughter
 
Dear X,

You've been on my mind a lot lately...again. Suppose I should be used to it every few months, but it always takes me by surprise when I can't just shake it off as happy memories.

I've been sucked into the dreadful habit of watch Netflix. Today I started watching "Once." This is what prompted my lingering reliving of our moments together. It was one of the characters that tipped me. The kid's shrink, who is supposed to be the incarnation of Jimmeny Cricket. His pale skin, red slightly curly hair, and the glasses are what did it, but as I thought about it, the character himself really was quite fitting.

Mostly I dwelled on our pillow talk. I think I miss that most really. Its so rare that I find some one willing to just let me snuggle as long as I like. Of course my mind wondered onto the more active ways we spent our time, but I have so much I'd love to share with you. I've grown so much since you last shared my pillows. I've accomplished so much. And for some reason, knowing that you'd be proud of everything I had to tell, makes me all warm inside.

Maybe one day you'll wonder back into my life, as suddenly and as unexpectedly as you always do. And I'll welcome you, as I always do.

We used to joke about me turning thirty...it's coming soon, dear.

Always,
Cuntikins :kiss:
 
To the man on the bench,

I need your help. I'm falling apart and can't talk to or find the one person that was always there for me. I wasn't able to get to him until now...rather try to contact him. I called him at work but no answer and the office wouldn't give me a number. All the other ways we contacted eachother aren't working, are deleted. Why? I tried an email address they gave me at work but I don't know if it works, or if he is just ignoring me. I think something happened that made him go away but I don't know what it is and I need to find out. I need to know he is okay. I'm not even close to that but I need to know what happened to him.
 
Dear X

So, I don't know. It's so messed up. I really don't think you should have done what you did. But hey, live and learn.

Standing by with a fire extinguisher
 
I'm not leaving.

I told you that ten months ago and it's even more true today.

I realize that even though you're still confused, you know that the dynamics have changed ... I had to take control. And though this wasn't why you did teach me to stand on my own two feet, I'm grateful that you did. But at times I'm very confused. Being my own master is very difficult, impossible it seems at times ... but I'll figure it out for you.

Please be patient. I know it's hard and you get so frustrated and angry at times ... and I know you're not angry with me, but it takes everything I have to just stay calm and not burst into tears when you can't handle the simplest of things and blow up.

The hardest thing ... I know you don't look at me in the same was you did a year ago ... I miss that, but I'm trying very hard not to show you it. I make sure I smile and try hard to make you laugh. You actually are progressing well ... and it's getting better, I promise you that.

Deep breath and we'll get through this.

Love ~ Sexy.
 
Dear x,

Even with a bum cankle, you perform amazing feats - don't leggo! Things will be better soon.

And I'm back, you know.

Be very afraid.

:rose:

~DGE
 
dear X,

I'm mighty conflicted about you these days.

But I think the "get the hell out of here" side is starting to win. That makes me feel so sad. I doubt that you will ever acknowledge any of the reasons people leave you, and just keep on doing that thing you do... I hope not. You're getting too old for it.
 
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