An Open Letter To _____

[SEVERUSMAX]

You. You're never going to read this, so it doesn't matter. But I'm saying this anyway. Quit betraying our trust. Your mother and I are tired of it. You need to show up some basic consideration for others. I understand that you have issues. But that doesn't change that you also have some responsibility for your own actions. Grow up a little more.

Yes, it's me. Not like you'd ever read this.

 

[SiaKlynn]

Dear Ex:

Out of morbid curiosity I glanced at your Facebook in hopes, I guess, to see if you are having fun and/or enjoying your new life. Instead I’m treated to a relationship status of “It’s Complicated.” The fact is, it’s not fucking complicated there is nothing fucking complicated about our relationship. You moved out. We mutually split up and we’re not reconciling. We are moving on with our lives. For this I am grateful. I will however continue to be pissed about how you took our dog without allowing me to say good-bye. Fuck you for that!

I went on to read a post of how you cleaned the house, watered the lawn and walked the dog; too bad these are things you rarely did while we lived together. Frankly, I don’t have too much of a problem with gender roles as long as each person does their part, but when you expected me to keep up everything on the inside and you failed to keep up the house on the outside I took issue. In my eyes you are still a boy and I lost respect for you as a man a long time ago. You’ve mostly stopped living your life and content not to grow as a person. You may strive to be like your father, who is a good man, but he also earned his right to be called a man. Actions, not age make a man.

You said you wanted, still want a family, well sorry guy, but you’ll need to do some growing up and stop being so goddamn selfish in your world. You couldn’t create a family environment with my daughter and me unless we were involved with your interests. Guess what, that’s not being part of a family. Instead of trying to find something we would all enjoy together you made me feel like a disappointment because I wouldn’t like what you like. Excuse me, but I’m not your mother.

Furthermore I’m happy that your family feels that you’ve liberated yourself from a terrible relationship. Please watch my eyes roll into the back of my head. I never, ever pretended to be anyone other than who I am. Yes, I am a bitch. Yes, I am moody and difficult to live with. Yes, I am selfish, but I also sacrifice for my family and friends because I love them. Finally, yes, I fucking hate car shows and will not allow myself to be dragged to them because it’s YOUR hobby. Would you have ever gone to a Con with me? No? Glad we have that settled. From the beginning of our relationship this is who I was and am. I never pretended otherwise. I know you found me selfish because I wouldn’t follow you around like your other friend’s wives/girlfriends or like your mom did with your dad, but perhaps you should have come to terms with that before you put a ring on my finger.

It appears that everything I told you and all my actions during the early stages of our relationship you conveniently forgot figuring that I would come around. Even after my family warned you, you still decided to make me apart of your life and I agreed thinking I had found someone who finally accepted me for me, quirks and all. How unbelievably wrong I was. Did you think a pretty piece of jewelry and a few exchanged words would change me to following you blindly? I laugh at this thought and feel regretful that I hadn’t realized sooner how lovely and yet controlling your family is at the same time.

Perhaps my free spirit is what attracted you to me or perhaps it was my support of your passion for trucks and hot rods and your job as an editor in the field you live and breathe while your dad continued to push you towards the real estate business like himself and your sister. For the longest time you fought against it, but when you needed an escape from the unhappy work environment you caved. I supported your decision to make a career change and hoped this would be a good thing for you. I took no issue with your depression when you missed your job and I kept my reservations quiet as you told me you’d leave this new career behind if an opportunity in the field you love was offered. I do hope you find success in your new career because I’d hate to see you disappoint your father.

I do hope you find happiness though I’m not confident you will because you’re still too attached to the teat of your parents and as their youngest and only boy they will continue to coddle you. The pattern I’ve noticed in your life is you are attracted to strong, independent women, but it is also not what you really want. I often felt that you wanted me to nag you, to be the bitch and at the very least give you attitude about wanting to hang out with your guy friends. Sorry, I couldn’t help you join the club with your buddies. Maybe your next girl will know how to nag better, but I imagine if she follows you around at your heels you won’t mind.

I’d like tell you that a relationship is not about keeping score. It’s not about what I did for you or what you did for me. You should have loved me for me, but you only wanted to change me. The only changes I asked of you were to benefit your health and help keep up the house we rented, but you couldn’t even care enough to follow through on that.

I will end this by telling you that I’m over you. I don’t miss you even a little bit and I don’t even miss talking to you about my day. I watched our relationship fall apart for the last year when you couldn’t be bothered to do anything for my birthday and only told me happy birthday when you noticed I took the day off and asked why. From that moment on I couldn’t find it in myself to care because I knew how much I truly didn’t matter to you. The day you left I was relieved and had only been biding my time. I mourned the loss of a long term relationship and the closure on that chapter of my life, but those tears shed were not for you. I have no regrets other than I went through the motions longer than I should have.

My future will be filled with happiness, it’s already begun. I’ve realized marriage isn’t for everyone; I’m happier on my own and with my daughter. I can once again embrace life and not feel guilty for wanting to live it and continue to have adventures. This next chapter is going to rock!

Sincerely,
Me

 

[BeautifulDream]

To a certain employee....

You know I really don't give a damn about your college experience, the fact that you're older than me, or the fact you think you're such hot shit. When you clock on I'm the one you answer to. So, next time I'm trying to explain something to you that you NEED to know because its PART of your freaking job shut the hell up and pay attention.

Cause guess what? You do it wrong later on, you'll most like break a very, very expensive piece of a equipment, and believe me when I say you WILL be fired.

If, of course, you weren't already fired for being a pompous DICK and an insubordinate little fucker. You better be glad I can keep myself in check at work or else I would have smashed that fucking bulb into you face and watched you choke on the glass.

God, the fact I just wasted almost five fucking hours and you probably learned NOTHING just makes me want hurt you....

But hey... you know what? Perhaps you'll learn something when you show up tomorrow and get to sign your counseling form. And don't even try to say I'm being harsh or unfair cause after your attitude toward a superior tonight, you really did earn it.

Sincerely,
Your fucking supervisor.

 

[palemoon2035]

........

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Dear Universe,

I know I have been pleading with you for some cooler weather. I am not really bitching about the cool breeze blowing outside but DAMMIT, it's making my nipples hard and aching. Could you please just send the rain you've been promising? We need it up here north of mid California and I just really, really want to cavort in the rain.

*offers up puppy dog look*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Dear Universe,

I know I have been pleading with you for some cooler weather. I am not really bitching about the cool breeze blowing outside but DAMMIT, it's making my nipples hard and aching. Could you please just send the rain you've been promising? We need it up here north of mid California and I just really, really want to cavort in the rain.

*offers up puppy dog look*

I think the universe is just enjoying your hard nipples, Cait.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I think the universe is just enjoying your hard nipples, Cait.

The universe is a slut.

That is all.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

I think the universe is just enjoying your hard nipples, Cait.

100% agreed! And I enjoy them too.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

100% agreed! And I enjoy them too.

Daddy!!

*blushes deeply*

 

[fr33ks33k]

Daddy!!

*blushes deeply*

D'aww....ain't she so cuuuuute when she blushes like that?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

D'aww....ain't she so cuuuuute when she blushes like that?

*scribbles*

Dear Santa,

No snickerdoodles for Fr33k this year. Send coal.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*scribbles*

Dear Santa,

No snickerdoodles for Fr33k this year. Send coal.

Won't be any different than any other year....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Won't be any different than any other year....

*hugs*

That's because you're on the naughty list.

 

[VampiricTouch]

.....

 

[TheScarletBlade]

I wish I were better at this. All the time. I wish I were better at story writing, but as you pointed out, I'm not. I wish I were better at taking criticism, that I'd be as strong as you think I am, but I'm not. I wish I could be as divorced from that emotional side I so detest in others and even more so when I see it in me... but I'm not.

So, give me some time. Let me spend a few hours crying into my pillow. I'm sure eventually, maybe tomorrow, it'll stop hurting. Maybe tomorrow, I'll be able to look at those words and not tear up. Maybe tomorrow, I'll be able to look at the truth you've said and accept it, maybe even learn from it.

The distant part of my mind tells me that I'm being petty, that I shouldn't let words hurt this much. Maybe it's because we're friends, hence the sting. Maybe it's because it's true. That's more likely. After all I've got a graveyard of dead threads to back up your unintentional words. Most of them with amazing writers... All of which I could not keep. Where the only ones that were completed, were only because I had been carried on the backs of the wonderful cowriters I had the fortune to work with.

It's not you. It's me.

After all, those amazing writers I've had the chance to brush words with, write fantastically well, with everyone else. Especially since their cowriters, don't just write well, they carry their own weight in the story. After all, my stories were never mine. They were all stolen from something far better than what my words had painted and in the end, even after stealing, I still brought nothing to the table.

This is an open ended letter to my eternal friend, the Lovable VT:

I've known you a long time, I know you probably will shrug that off or at least be dismissive about it but you know deep down that it is true. I would like to say were friends, I at least think so and even though I am probably the worst literotica friend one could have since I am always deploying and gone doing the job I love, the few stints I have had here for a decent amount of time we have always had fun and your one of the very few people on here I truly care about, so it hurts that chivalrous streak in my heart to read the words you posted so I have decided I have to write this letter.

Though I am much better at relating with very hard hitting emotions,I have some experience in feeling like you do: I have tons of threads with amazing writers that have wilted because of my lack of activity and though my descriptive writing is what would be considered decent (if I am not rusty), I am horribly inconsistent and thus shunned by most of this community. I have burned so many bridges here, I am probably out of bridges but despite all that, I know your an amazing writer, despite what you think or whoever your letter was to and if I have I will personally tell you so everyday until you finally realize it.

To me you have been a great friend, an amazing writing partner and an awesome person. No one can ever take that from you and if they try, they gotta get through me: which ain't easy.

With Love,
TheScarletBlade aka TSB

 

[yeishia]

Double post silly Lit i just noticed.

 

[yeishia]

I wish I were better at this. e.

Who ever told you that VT is daft and just plain wrong.

Your writing inspires me to be the best writer that I can ...

I aspire to be as amazing as you are at our delightful craft!

* hugs you warmly*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Random letters

X~

It feels awful when the one you care for is off doing whatever with whomever, doesn't it?

Yeah. I know the feeling.

Y~

I really, really despise you.

Z~

Have I told you lately that you are selfish, disloyal cunt? No? Well you are.

YOU~

I ain't Christian, far from. But one of the very best verses in the bible is perfectly apt in this particular case~

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

It must be awesome living in your little glass house when all the stones have been hidden away. I hope...one day...that a rock slide leaves you homeless.

Me~

Get over it, all ready. You have had it proven to you too many times. This is stupid. Absolutely ridiculously stupid. Let it go.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Taken down, thank you for giving me a place to vent.

 

[palemoon2035]

Dear Top Ramen,

It has been almost 13 years since I was a poor college student, yet, here I am at age 34 and you are still the perfect substitution for a real dinner. Go you!

Sincerely,
PaleMoon

 

[axilyae]

Dear Bear,

I promise I'll work hard for the both of us. You're my lover, my best friend, my other half. Thank you so much for your never-ending patience.

Lots of love,
your Kitty

 

[Miss_Vivi]

To whomever wants to read this,

You know what really sucks? What really, really sucks? That since I did the groundwork on accepting the reality of being a rape survivor (since I hadn't before), I really feel like I can't do the advocate work that I used to do.

Like I don't want to go to TBTN this year, and I can't engage in any relative good conversations about rape on the internet because invariably I have to re-justify my experience and explain it and talk about the effects that it's had.. and fuck that shit's exhausting.

So there I am reading a really great article about how the GMP is a haven for apologists, while I would normally research the site and see what they say and educate myself about them, I am not feeling up to deal with anyone who's all- "Rapists can be good men"- or any other of statement of ridiculous shit.

And I put this here, not really to start anything (don't care if you have an opinion) but because it's safer than putting out there, where I will again be forced to advocate at a time when really all I want to do is heal and that shit is HARD.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

um...whats GMP?

The Good Men Project.
Sorry I won't link it.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

DOn't.
Sounds MRA-ish

Apparently it is and isn't. I'll find the article I was reading earlier, but if you subscribe to Bitch then it'll come across your feed on FB.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

I don't really need to read it.
It is, it isn't, whatever.
I'm not allowing it on my radar.

I completely hear you.
I'm just sad that right now I can't do any of the advocacy work that I usually do. I just don't feel strong there or safe.

Hey look! Another thing that has been taken from me!
Rape. The gift that keeps giving.

I'll show myself out.