• Dear Ex-Brother

    by  • September 20, 2010 • 0 Comments

    I can’t believe what you’ve done to me.

    I know that all thru childhood you were a dick and I knew I’d never really like you no matter what dad said about how I’d need you in the future. I’m sure that I’ll never need you.

    You ruined my life iwth my fiance and now I have to start all over with him.

    When I asked you for this one thing, the one thing I’ve ever asked you for, you betrayed my trust in a way that I won’t forgive.

    I’m glad I moved out because if I see your face, I’d destroy it. No, that wouldn’t be fair. WHat I should do is destroy your life with YOUR fiancée. That seems fair, doesn’t it?

    So don’t expect to exchange pleasantries with me anymore. The only time I will EVER acknowledge your presence again is at the Christmas dinner table with Grandma. For her sake, not yours.

    Go die in a burning pit.

    Your Ex-sister.

    This is bigger than both of us!

    by  • September 20, 2010 • 2 Comments

    I agree with you that this is bigger than both of us really.

    Although I would love to write so much express what I feel today, I can’t. It’s great when your children know how to read and then…it’s not so great! Big Brother 2&3 surrounding me so that I can’t even express my innermost feelings for a few minutes.

    Maybe later:)

    Dear Husband

    by  • September 20, 2010 • 1 Comment

    Dear Husband,

    Please don’t try to grope my body while I’m doing something that I need to concentrate to do.

    Thank you! 🙂

    banana pancakes,

    by  • September 20, 2010 • 0 Comments

    Dear Nascar Boy,

    I love waking up by your side everyday of the week, it’s all I’ve ever needed. It’s truly an amazing feeling. In eighth grade, when we met, I said I loved you. I did. And I still do, and I always will beau.

    Thanks for being so amazing.

    Love always, your Library Girl

    You don’t deserve me.

    by  • September 20, 2010 • 1 Comment

    Dear Ignorant Prick,

    When asked if you would consider going out, you said that you wanted to think about it, because you were looking for something serious.

    You are a fucking liar.

    Apparently in your twisted twilight zone world “serious” means a person that is willing to fuck-dance with you while playing tonsil hockey in the middle of the dance floor. And then I had the distinct displeasure of seeing you both arm in arm, just a day later. And then to add insult to injury I got to watch you leave. However, the worst part is that I know where you were going and my wonderfully active imagination refuses to spare me the agony of knowing exactly what the two of you are doing.

    I’m thrilled to deliver to you the horrible news: When he is done fucking you (whether you are topping or bottoming makes no difference because in the end it WILL be YOU that gets fucked.) he’s going to leave. And these feelings you think are real, the ones that mean so much when your sweaty and naked and breathless… will mean shit.

    Don’t worry, it gets worse. After he breaks you, tears you up into pieces and leaves you sticky and alone on the floor, I won’t be there. I will not be your second chance. I will not help you pick up your many pieces and move on. I will not help you to once again become whole and healed. Your happiness is not my job.

    I hope you learn from this. I hope you abuse and berate yourself for ever giving me the chance to get away. You don’t deserve me.

    The “Nice Guy”


    by  • September 20, 2010 • 0 Comments

    Remember all those hours we spent talking to one another? Or just sitting in silence, we were good at that too.. You’d listen to me absentmindedly hum whatever I was listening to.. “I had a match, but she had a lighter. I had a flame, but she had a fire. I was bright, but she was much brighter. I was high, but she was the sky.. Ohhh baby, I was bound for Mexico. I was bound to let you go..”

    I trusted you so much, right off the bat. I knew I shouldn’t have, deep down I knew that, but I did and it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. You made me happy.

    I often find myself wishing for those days again, the days before I woke up in the morning and found out all those things about you.. “Let me get behind that sometime.” The days of naive trust and love. I got over that. I forgave, it was water under the bridge. But I never really regained my trust. Your pedestal had crumbled.

    Years passed and I left home to be with you. I traveled for 26 hours with all my bags, all my belongings, and my fish to be with you. Oh, I remember like it was yesterday.. It turns out that living with someone is a difficult task. Boundaries and limits aren’t really there at first, but people that live without those tend to have dirty thoughts and secrets dredged up faster than you can say, “cake.”

    I found your lack of security unnerving. Remember me. Remember my password. Automatically sign me in. You forgot yourself, Fraggle, and you forgot me. Surely, you had nothing to hide. You didn’t..or did you? I found myself looking, I didn’t find much. Nothing to freak out about. I was safe. I was content, I started settling in. I believed the worst was over, that I could begin finally to trust.

    But then I tried to upload a picture to Facebook, and lost it in the giant external hard drive that is PRON (G:). A simple file, labeled 09162009, was mistakenly selected. A 24 second cell phone video of you..and another girl. I was so angry with you! I could not believe you would do that to me.. I didn’t want to believe you would do that to me. You came home from work, I sat you down and made you watch. You admitted it, you said it was a mistake, that you were drunk and you never saw her again. I slapped you. You deserved it.