Dear X

Dear older stranger,

I love that you went to the cinema with your wife because she wanted to watch The Devil Wears Prada 2, but if my husband started snoring like that, he'd have had a sharp elbow in your ribs once or twice. Try to stay awake next time, or arrange for her to go with a friend or two and maybe you doze in the car instead.

Sincerely,

One who tried not to laugh.
 
Dear, clear blue skies. Golden sun. Perfect summer breeze.

You are welcome here. Invited even.
Your arrival was delayed. And I pray that your departure is delayed also.

Today is a perfect day. As creation was meant to be.
We will enjoy your visit. And let our weary, winter spirits soar.
 
dear ex
You ruined a place I love.
It’s tainted with your promises that you broke like a knife through my fragile heart.
When I go back, I can smell your lies.
You ruined so much - music I loved. Cities I love. My fragile health.
Yet you continue on like I never existed. Because you’re not man enough to admit what you did, using your fondness for sadism as a cover for who and what you are.
Trash.
And you are the company you keep. Trash.
 
Dear mom,
I know it was your time to go. And you deserve your rest. But I really wish you could have held on a little bit longer.
I have to hire a landscaper and he's talking about plants I've never even heard of. You'd know exactly what to do.
Trust the process girl. She IS talking through him.
 
Dear man of mine who has so many good qualities but also, a lot of shit ones..

When do I get a break?
Why aren’t you picking up the slack when you’ve heard me say all that needs to be done?
Yes the baby is fussy, no it’s not easy, but you have to just keep trying to find things to keep him distracted, and sometimes he just wants to be held and cooed over.
It sucks I can’t step away from constantly doing something or caring for someone else.
My “break” today was spending an hour and a half trying to clean the kitchen and dining room before we have people over tomorrow.. a break in which I had to step in and take the baby back twice and eventually just gave up on cleaning.

Did you think to finish up the work that needed to be done? Or even offer? Nope.
You acted like the 1.5 hours you spent as the primary person with our son was just so draining for you.

And now you’re off playing video games while I sit here rocking him to sleep and trying to do the math in my head of how long I’ll have tomorrow after church and getting naps out of the way to finish cleaning and make the cobbler I said I’d make.
Oh and I have to prep all the baby’s food to try for the week too because, of course, I’m the only one who does any and all meal prep and cooking here.


just .. ugh



With all the love in my heart,
Tired of the bare minimum
 
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