Category: To You

We Never Met, But I Married Your Niece

Dear Aunt Jo,
Your niece and I had been dating just about three months when you passed. We call it our week of hell. For her there were a lot of work mishaps and for me I lost my job in the midst of the hardest finals week of my life. I will never forget the phone call I got the morning after you passed. Your niece in utter distress. Me not trusting her to drive to her family 45 minutes away. I will never forget how this event was the thing that got me to walk into your brother’s home for the very first time. To sit with him, your sister-in-law, and your nieces. I have lost people in my lifetime, but the way they talked about you. The way you loved, the way you cared, the way you would’ve done that to me. But I am thankful for you, grateful.
If it wasn’t for you introducing my now father-in-law and mother-in-law, I wouldn’t have my wife. I wouldn’t have the person who fill the emptiness of what I thought was my cold heart. I have you to thank for that. And if any of what was said at your memorial was true, I really wish I could have met you. My wife and father-in-law, your niece and brother, keep telling how much you would love me and I don’t think I have the words to really express how much I would love you. I would be here, sitting in my wife’s childhood bedroom on Christmas Eve if it wasn’t for you.
Thank you, I love you,
-Your Nephew-In-Law

To the mother I wish I never had

You’re my mother, so of course I love you, but you’ve hurt me in ways I’ll never recover. I get we’ve reconciled over the years, broke apart, and come back many times over, but im always going to fragment from you. Im glad youre not the person you once were, but just because you don’t hit me anymore doesn’t make you a good mother. You don’t even remember half the shit you did to me, and when I remind you, you deny it vehemently. Just because you block out shit doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. You have no idea how awful it feels to be gaslighted by your own mother. At least Grammy admits to the fucked up shit she did to you. You pretend half the shit you did to me didn’t happen to make yourself feel better. That’s not fair to either of us. You have broken my spirit in ways that will never heal. I feel like I’ll never be a whole person because of you. Im typing this out for my own clarity. I dont expect a response. Hell, I’m most likely not even going to send this. I just needed to type out my feelings, not that it would do anything to you anyway. You are and always have been a terrible mother. I wish more than anything that I could just get you to love me and stop blaming me for your misery, but I can’t force that on you. I wish you luck in the rest of your endeavors.

Meant to be?

Hey LINS Community,
Thinking about an old love who I swear that I meant to be with. However, I was not chosen back then.

Have you ever felt like you were meant to be with someone but ended up not with them? Do you ever think of a possible reunion in the near future?

Man, this one has had a hold on my heart since we were 13. I am now 28 and we had reconnected briefly at 22. At the time, we both had unfinished business with our significant others at the time. He married and is now undergoing divorce and I am no longer wanting to be with my partner of almost 12 years.

Thoughts?

I still think of my old love everyday.

Mom

Dear Mom,

You are a crazy narcissistic bitch. How dare you hurt my son, how dare you lie to me and manipulate me. How dare you take our hard-earned money and then by a crazy expensive chair that costs more than any piece of furniture in our house!

I fucking hate you. I hate all the games. I hate all of the bullshit. I hate all of it. I hate that it has 42 years and you still haven’t changed.

I made myself day for you- for you to love me. I lied for you, covered for you and let you near my son. My brilliance, yes, brilliance made you so crazy with jealousy that you had to tear me down and tear me apart.

You are subtle and masterful, I will give you that, but I am the real deal. Fuck you, mom.

I have all the shit you want, and I know it. You even want to fuck my husband, you sick bitch.

Right now, as I type this, I am pregnant with a little girl. I will not let you destroy her life, or my son’s, the way you destroyed mine.

You underestimate me. I no longer need you. I do not want you. It makes me angry that all of these people are dying of COVID and you are just fine. Go fuck yourself. All of those people deserve a fighting chance, and you, well, you deserve to be alone.

Also, fuck you for turning my sister into a mirror image of you. She was once a sweet little girl, who was just a little too insecure… And you manipulated the fuck out of her.

Fuck you, and I wish you would die.

Damn, I feel much better now.

New Years Eve

My kid just threw up all over her comforter.

A few days ago we returned from visiting my husband’s family in Idaho. The airports New departure rituals do nothing to prevent crowding together and every seat is full on our extremely early flights. In Idaho, though the company is kind and loving , and the home is beautiful and surrounded by great tall pines and perfect winter snows. When we go out I see a mixed bag of people in public establishments just unwilling to participate in mask safety precautions out in public and though I try my best to avoid bringing sickness into the home, here we are now.

The kid is sick, and I’m letting my lady friend know we’ll have to reschedule our hangout. Good then I cooked up that chicken noodle soup when we got back.

You hear about the guy who got cut in half and was found in two suitcases a few blocks away? My husband exclaims “what is this with this Mad Max shit all of a sudden!” As this was only one of many violence displays I’ve read about in returning.