I’ve never cared much for you…WHERE WERE YOUR
MANNERS?? Oh, that’s right, your mom’s an ignoramus and has an IQ of
75, just like you, so I shouldn’t be surprised that you were never
exposed to them, or, if you WERE, then you weren’t smart enough to
pick up on that little life lesson.
Not sure what my bro ever saw in you, except that he had a dream
about you…a “vision” if you will. Last time I checked, that was NOT
a reason to marry someone! But he did, and we’ve had the luxury of
getting acquainted with all of your quirks. Like the one about your
sense of entitlement…that’s probably my favorite one of all. It’s
like you think you were born into royalty or something. Sometimes it’s
comical, but most of the time, it’s fucking annoying!! Speaking of
annoying, why don’t you work? Oh, that’s right. It’s that sense of
entitlement thing. You’re too good for that. You’re setting a lovely
example for your children, aren’t ya? How special that they may grow up
to be just like you! (Hopefully, most of my brother’s DNA is
I would never say any of this to your face for obvious reasons…it’s
really mean. But it sure feels good to get it out!!!
There will be more…
dear lovely roomie,
ok we’re firnds and all but seriosuly the tv does NOT always need to
be on and fuck maybe you should go study outside the room when you
wait till 2 am to study and still have the light and tv on…. im
losing patience. the tv will not help you remember what ever it is
youre trying to study. if i was an awful person i would get out of bed
right now and turn the tv off. when i always turn it off while youre
not there dont you think thats a hint? i cant remeber the last time i
sat and studied at my desk because the tv is blarring in my ear to the
point wherei cant hear my own music. ill be damned i you get better
grades after studying with that tv on at 2 am instead of in a quiet
study lounge so your room mate can sleep at a normal hour! haaaa and
when you said its easier to get up after going to bed late i wanted to
so please turn off Family Matter re-runs soni can sleep.
It’s been a while since I chatted with you. I think the last time was right around my first menstrual cycle. Really, thank you for all the help on that. I appreciate it.
So, it’s been quite a few years, obviously…but I kind of feel that you could have given me just a bit more preparation on this whole woman thing. I mean, I get the periods…and the swollen boobs, and the moodiness…the occasional break-outs. I get it, I do.
However, and this is a big HOWEVER, God, what is with the chin hair? Women have very soft skin because we’re the fairer species. The fairer species isn’t so fair when she’s sporting a beard And how could you even consider putting a long dark hair on a woman’s breast? That last one just kind of seems mean, like payback for something. And you reward us for carrying a child for nine grueling marathon months by taking away the ability to hold our own pee. Each cough, each laugh we are reminded that we should be wearing our OWN diaper. I won’t gripe about the hemorrhoids since you were also kind enough to share that lovely little gift with our male counterparts.
Seriously, though, God…it would have been nice to have gotten a manual on this other stuff. Or at least a little pamphlet showing an ink drawing of a bearded lady with chest hair wetting her pants with the text “This will be you in 15 years.” A little warning could have helped.
Please don’t take this as a criticism at all, God. I think you did really well with kittens and bunnies and sunsets. That’s grade A stuff. I was just hoping for a few less things to pluck in my advancing years…especially now that the vision is going.
I am so fricking sick of princesses like you. People who don’t work or
earn a living. You don’t have to worry about much other than getting
your hair done and deciding which expensive foods to order from the
caterer. You have no problem using up my valuable time for your
incredibly inconsequential needs. Things you could most certainly do
yourself and much more easily than handing them off to me. And then
you criticize or complain that things aren’t being done correctly or
to your liking. Like I should be able to read your crazy, disorganized
mind. You are such an entitled and ungrateful person. You don’t care a
whit about others, only about you and your needs. And yet you tell me
you are so caring and sensitive. Not buying it. I’ve done plenty of
time with you and I know. Why don’t you get a life and start thinking
about others’ feelings and other people’s lives, or just the fact that
we HAVE lives of our own. I have problems too, but I rise above them
EVERY DAY so I can take care of your hangnails.
7 months later, I still think about you everyday. You make my heart
hurt. You pop into my head when I least expect it, and every single
time I feel so unprepared for the feelings that come back to me. I
shouldn’t think of you at all, I should hate you for what you did and
how you left me. I should realize that there is someone better out
there for me, and not be stuck on the fact that no matter who I meet,
he will never be you. I should see you for what you are, and stop
ignoring all the things you aren’t. You’re pathetic, and a liar, and
you will never be the person I thought you were. It makes me sick to
think about you and her. You make me sick. You left me for her…and
still had the nerve to come back to me later, and try to cheat on her
with me. Who does that? Who manipulates and uses people like that? You
are low, weak, and selfish.
I wish you would have picked me. But most of all, I wish I didn’t care
so much that you didn’t.
I hope karma gets you. I hope you get what you deserve. I hope she
realizes what you did, and leaves your sorry ass. I hope someday, when
you meet the girl you really want to be with, she does to you what you
did to me. I hope that you never, ever forget about me, and that your
guilt keeps you awake every night, for the rest of your life.
I love you, Tanya. 22 is too young to go, we all still need you down
here on earth. I hope you can hear me when I talk to you, that you
know how hard it’s been without you here. I wish you had never gotten
in that car.