Dear X

Dear Creepy A-hole,

Just because I politely answered your question while waiting in line to pick up sushi at lunch does not give you the right to then comment on my appearance. Nor does it give you the right to follow me back to my office. Nor does it give you the right to circle the parking lot at my place of employment and watch me walk in. If I ever see you or catch the slightest whiff of you again, I will call the police. I only wish I had noticed you sooner so I could've gotten your license plate info.

And fuck you for causing me to feel panicked, angered and violated.

Signed,
Still Spooked
 
Dear Creepy A-hole,

Just because I politely answered your question while waiting in line to pick up sushi at lunch does not give you the right to then comment on my appearance. Nor does it give you the right to follow me back to my office. Nor does it give you the right to circle the parking lot at my place of employment and watch me walk in. If I ever see you or catch the slightest whiff of you again, I will call the police. I only wish I had noticed you sooner so I could've gotten your license plate info.

And fuck you for causing me to feel panicked, angered and violated.

Signed,
Still Spooked

That sounds like a big time bad experience and you've every reason to be upset by it. The guy was an asshole for sure.
 
Dear Asshole,

I heard your girlfriend cheated on you. How does it feel? I hope it hurts you 10 times worst than how I felt when you cheated on me. You don't deserve to be with anyone. You're nothing but a player and a user anyway. And guess what? Our son doesn't care anymore that you don't try to go see him. He doesn't need you. WE DON'T NEED YOU!
 
Dear Asshole,

I heard your girlfriend cheated on you. How does it feel? I hope it hurts you 10 times worst than how I felt when you cheated on me. You don't deserve to be with anyone. You're nothing but a player and a user anyway. And guess what? Our son doesn't care anymore that you don't try to go see him. He doesn't need you. WE DON'T NEED YOU!

His loss

It is and will continue to be the worst decision of his life, he'll regret it. Sorry it happened to you, shit hurts and sucks
 
Dear Creepy A-hole,

Just because I politely answered your question while waiting in line to pick up sushi at lunch does not give you the right to then comment on my appearance. Nor does it give you the right to follow me back to my office. Nor does it give you the right to circle the parking lot at my place of employment and watch me walk in. If I ever see you or catch the slightest whiff of you again, I will call the police. I only wish I had noticed you sooner so I could've gotten your license plate info.

And fuck you for causing me to feel panicked, angered and violated.

Signed,
Still Spooked

I had something very similar happen to me a few months ago. Thank God for a really nice couple that was nearby and saw what was going on and came to my rescue.
It left me shaken for a couple of weeks and I have yet to go back to the store he first approached me at and the gas station he followed me to.
 
Dear Creepy A-hole,

Just because I politely answered your question while waiting in line to pick up sushi at lunch does not give you the right to then comment on my appearance. Nor does it give you the right to follow me back to my office. Nor does it give you the right to circle the parking lot at my place of employment and watch me walk in. If I ever see you or catch the slightest whiff of you again, I will call the police. I only wish I had noticed you sooner so I could've gotten your license plate info.

And fuck you for causing me to feel panicked, angered and violated.

Signed,
Still Spooked

Sorry to hear that, girlee... I'm working out that way, let me know next time and I'll come help you whup his sorry ass.


*big hugs*
 
Dear Urinal Talker,

First off, there are 4 urinals in the bathroom we were in. Secondly, I chose the one on the end so if someone came in they would do what is customary and take the urinal one over. The fact that you saddled up right next to me is one thing, it is on a totally different level when you ask how I am doing.

Listen, don't whip your dick out, start pissing, and then decide that you want to banter while I am doing the same thing. There is not an ounce in me that wants to discuss my morning with you while draining my bladder.

I am concentrating on making sure I don't hit the cake and have my piss splash onto my shoes. That takes total concentration. There is a reason why teammates don't talk to a pitcher during a perfect game. They don't want to jinx it and break their concentration. Apparently that doesn't matter to you.

There is a time and place to say hello. Not while I have my dick in my hands.

Signed,

My concentration is rock solid because my shoes are still shiny.
 
Dear Asshole,

I heard your girlfriend cheated on you. How does it feel? I hope it hurts you 10 times worst than how I felt when you cheated on me. You don't deserve to be with anyone. You're nothing but a player and a user anyway. And guess what? Our son doesn't care anymore that you don't try to go see him. He doesn't need you. WE DON'T NEED YOU!

Karma has a way of doing things like that sometimes doesn't it? But it's still unfortunate that you and your son have had to deal with the non participation or assistance of the genetic donor. Your a strong woman and from what I've noticed have a solid support group behind you. So that little man in the making of yours is going to be someone who's going to really make you proud. Good for you and kudos.
 
Karma has a way of doing things like that sometimes doesn't it? But it's still unfortunate that you and your son have had to deal with the non participation or assistance of the genetic donor. Your a strong woman and from what I've noticed have a solid support group behind you. So that little man in the making of yours is going to be someone who's going to really make you proud. Good for you and kudos.

Thank you tnman. :heart::heart::heart:
 
Karma has a way of doing things like that sometimes doesn't it? But it's still unfortunate that you and your son have had to deal with the non participation or assistance of the genetic donor. Your a strong woman and from what I've noticed have a solid support group behind you. So that little man in the making of yours is going to be someone who's going to really make you proud. Good for you and kudos.

Excellent words, Nyman!

And JJ you know I think you're awesome. Keep on doing you and fuck the rest. :heart:
 
Dear male person who sang Stayin’ Alive and Leaving on a Jetplane in the shower in the room next to mine at the Best Western in Sherman Oaks, CA on Thursday morning,

Listening to your singing cheered me up a little on a morning when it all went wrong for me. I hope your day was better than mine.

Sincerely,

Thin walls in the bathroom

Dear Creepy A-hole,

Just because I politely answered your question while waiting in line to pick up sushi at lunch does not give you the right to then comment on my appearance. Nor does it give you the right to follow me back to my office. Nor does it give you the right to circle the parking lot at my place of employment and watch me walk in. If I ever see you or catch the slightest whiff of you again, I will call the police. I only wish I had noticed you sooner so I could've gotten your license plate info.

And fuck you for causing me to feel panicked, angered and violated.

Signed,
Still Spooked


This is what Tasers are for.
 
Dear Creepy A-hole,

Just because I politely answered your question while waiting in line to pick up sushi at lunch does not give you the right to then comment on my appearance. Nor does it give you the right to follow me back to my office. Nor does it give you the right to circle the parking lot at my place of employment and watch me walk in. If I ever see you or catch the slightest whiff of you again, I will call the police. I only wish I had noticed you sooner so I could've gotten your license plate info.

And fuck you for causing me to feel panicked, angered and violated.

Signed,
Still Spooked

Ugh, that's horrible. People are fucking creeps. I'm sorry you had to deal with that. :(

And like other good folks have said...let me know if I need to kick his ass. I happen to know a guy. And that guy's name is...ME.
 
Dear Creepy A-hole,

Just because I politely answered your question while waiting in line to pick up sushi at lunch does not give you the right to then comment on my appearance. Nor does it give you the right to follow me back to my office. Nor does it give you the right to circle the parking lot at my place of employment and watch me walk in. If I ever see you or catch the slightest whiff of you again, I will call the police. I only wish I had noticed you sooner so I could've gotten your license plate info.

And fuck you for causing me to feel panicked, angered and violated.

Signed,
Still Spooked

Yes. Yes. Yes.
Way too often.
Sorry, Suz.
This, right here, is the exemplification of #metoo.
 
Dear AirB&B owners -

If I’m looking for a place in Hawaii, I really don’t care if there are granite counter tops and pretty pictures on the wall. Where’s the beach in relation to your place? That’s all you need to have...

Signed,

I need the beach!
 
Dear AirB&B owners -

If I’m looking for a place in Hawaii, I really don’t care if there are granite counter tops and pretty pictures on the wall. Where’s the beach in relation to your place? That’s all you need to have...

Signed,

I need the beach!

This made me laugh because man do I feel this having looked at Air BNB. "Granite countertops to look at for two days? Wow, what a steal!"
 
Not-dear asshole,

No, I don't have an anger issue...I have an issue with people who lie to me and try to use me for their sick games. And you think THAT was "going off" on you? You got off so easy. You should thank your lucky stars your asshole is still intact.

Signed,

Dodged a bullet
 
Dear Mom,

First birthday without hearing you shrill Happy Birthday into my phone. What I would give to hear you call me one last time and shrill away.

Signed,

Funny the things you miss.
 
DEAR IHC, THANKS FOR THE MAJOR LAUGH.

Dear Urinal Talker,

First off, there are 4 urinals in the bathroom we were in. Secondly, I chose the one on the end so if someone came in they would do what is customary and take the urinal one over. The fact that you saddled up right next to me is one thing, it is on a totally different level when you ask how I am doing.

Listen, don't whip your dick out, start pissing, and then decide that you want to banter while I am doing the same thing. There is not an ounce in me that wants to discuss my morning with you while draining my bladder.

I am concentrating on making sure I don't hit the cake and have my piss splash onto my shoes. That takes total concentration. There is a reason why teammates don't talk to a pitcher during a perfect game. They don't want to jinx it and break their concentration. Apparently that doesn't matter to you.

There is a time and place to say hello. Not while I have my dick in my hands.

Signed,

My concentration is rock solid because my shoes are still shiny.[/QUOTE]
 
Dear sweetest friend,

I know you were faced with heartbreak today. Loss of a friend is always hard, but by death, is even harder. Thank you for letting me be there for you , and sharing your heart with me. I hope you know that you are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for, but I am always here if you need a shoulder, or boob. Or something to lean on. ❤

Sincerely,
Caring friend.
 
Dear X

It's no wonder that I've been feeling out of sorts and overwhelmed for the past week or so. Well, I now realize why. It's coming up on 3 years. Three years since you left. Three years since your little boy came running up the driveway screaming my name. Three years since I could say that I had a sister and not have to explain why you weren't here. Three years since I last held your hand. Three years since I last crawled up into your bed and felt that same hand play with my hair. Three years since I last heard your voice say my name.

Except I did hear you. Last night. Last night I dreamed of you. My head was in your lap and you were stroking my hair and you were singing to me. I've been crying ever since I woke up. God I hate dreams. And yet, it's the only time I get to be with you. But as with anything there is a price to pay. That price is this ache that spreads and these infernal tears that just won't stop.

I know I should probably be thankful, grateful that I had almost 43 years with you. Even if a large part of those years was spent fussing and fighting. But all I can think is it wasn't enough. I still feel cheated. Today I just really feel cheated.

Missing you,
Forever and ever your little sister :heart:
 
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Dear X

It's no wonder that I've been feeling out of sorts and overwhelmed for the past week or so. Well, I now realize why. It's coming up on 3 years. Three years since you left. Three years since your little boy came running up the driveway screaming my name. Three years since I could say that I had a sister. and not have to explain why you weren't here. Three years since I last held your hand. Three years since I last crawled up into your bed and felt that same hand play with my hair. Three years since I last heard your voice say my name.

Except I did hear you. Last night. Last night I dreamed of you. My head was in your lap and you were stroking my hair and you were singing to me. I've been crying ever since I woke up. God I hate dreams. And yet, it's the only time I get to be with you. But as with anything there is a price to pay. That price is this ache that spreads and these infernal tears that just won't stop.

I know I should probably be thankful, grateful that I had almost 43 years with you. Even if a large part of those years was spent fussing and fighting. But all I can think is it wasn't enough. I still feel cheated. Today I just really feel cheated.

Missing you,
Forever and ever your little sister :heart:
*hugs*
I know it's not enough. But I'm praying for you today.
 
Dear blulilacgrl,

*Hugs*

I'm sorry that you feel sad... what a beautiful dream. :heart:

Here if you need to vent.

L :rose:
 
Dear X

It's no wonder that I've been feeling out of sorts and overwhelmed for the past week or so. Well, I now realize why. It's coming up on 3 years. Three years since you left. Three years since your little boy came running up the driveway screaming my name. Three years since I could say that I had a sister and not have to explain why you weren't here. Three years since I last held your hand. Three years since I last crawled up into your bed and felt that same hand play with my hair. Three years since I last heard your voice say my name.

Except I did hear you. Last night. Last night I dreamed of you. My head was in your lap and you were stroking my hair and you were singing to me. I've been crying ever since I woke up. God I hate dreams. And yet, it's the only time I get to be with you. But as with anything there is a price to pay. That price is this ache that spreads and these infernal tears that just won't stop.

I know I should probably be thankful, grateful that I had almost 43 years with you. Even if a large part of those years was spent fussing and fighting. But all I can think is it wasn't enough. I still feel cheated. Today I just really feel cheated.

Missing you,
Forever and ever your little sister :heart:

This made me cry. I'm so sorry for your loss.
I came to write about how much I Have been missing my parents lately. But now the tears wont let me.

:rose::rose:
 
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