An Open Letter To _____

Dear jealous cunts,

Fuck you. Repeatedly. In the ass with a dildo made of broken glass. I come on to this board to have fun and enjoy myself. I don't know who you are, but I can take a few guesses. Get a hobby that doesn't involve stalking me. I stopped posting a lot in the lounges for quite a long time because of crap like this.

I don't need it, and I don't want it. So find a new fucking game to play because I'm done. I'll not be posting in the lounges anymore.

A fond fuck you
FD.



Quick note before bed J..

I'm sorry this happens, ...I'm sorry it happens behind your back. But you do have people here that care for and love you. You've been a good friend to me personally, and your one of a small few I trust online , and I truly hate seeing you getting hurt.

I hate timezones..Night night puppy. I'll chat with you tomorrow.

'Me'.
 
To My Tormentor

I do not remember your name and I do not remember your face … maybe it is a blessing in disguise. What you did to me, have been haunting my nightmares for years and I have been a slave to the fear that you sowed in my life.

I finally scrounged together the courage to write in a letter all the things that I have needed to say to you … all the things that have been burning in my soul. I took great pleasure in burning it today. I have finally managed to free myself of the chains you choked me with and I hope hell has a special little place in which you will suffer for all the heartache, fear and self-loathing you kindled in me.

I take back the power you hold over me and I banish you from my life.

You … are no longer welcome in my thoughts.

Please don't comment on this and please don't send me a PM. I am sending it out into the big bad web to get it off my chest and out of my mind.
 
Dear brother.

I watched the recent little clip you took of your baby girl, and it just put everything in perspective. You have two beautiful girls, my Goddaughter who happened naturally and without worry, and your youngest, who took almost a decade to follow.

Your little girls are lucky to have parents like you and their Mom, but when I see you holding ******, and competing with her for her little bubbles, it truly is a thing of beauty to watch. Only after the new year we were all waiting the results of the first scan to see if there was more than one baby, or indeed any at all.
And now she's here, after fighting her way into the world early, and charming her entire family, and her beautiful devoted big sister.
We worry about 'stuff'....You both were terrified she'd not be here at all, ...and seeing her with you, commanding her daddy's attention as she sits on his lap gurgling and playing with his finger, makes the 'stuff' worries so small.

Enjoy your girls. It's a pleasure being a part of a special little ladies life, and seeing just how she was wanted by her Mum, Dad and the best big sister in the world.

Love and kisses ..''Me''.
 
Dear V,

I never thought it would hurt so much. Ever. I keep thinking I am going to wake up and just be over it. But every keystroke seems to reverberate with thoughts of you. I can’t seem to work past this. I know, I am the one who walked away. I am the one who ran, because that’s what I do. I cut and run. And I did.

Fuck if I don’t keep trying too. Keep trying to find fault with something, like somehow that will make my life easier.

I’ve never been here before. In this place where I know this is the right decision. We both have to move on; we both have to do this, for ourselves. Am I stupid for wishing I didn’t have to? You’re safe and smart and make me happy. You challenge me.

Sure I am pouring my guts out here, for the world to see and judge, but that’s how we roll- bleeding all over each other and these forums, because dammit we could.

No, I am not asking to be put back into that place next to, or at your knee. I am admitting a weakness. Aus will never be collared again. There is no man or woman strong enough. The last person to claim ownership over this form will be you. I will simply never have it again.

And a warning for the little groupies forming lines, I am watching, and listening and I will expect nothing less than the very best for this woman. She deserves nothing less.

“I have loved to the point of madness,
That which is called madness,
That which to me,
Is the only sensible way to love.”

-F. Sagan

Maintenant, Je suis mieux
Merci pour tout et
Je t'aime pour toujours,
Me.
 
Dear A,
Its a strange feeling to hurt and still be right. I want to be mad, to say angry things, but try as I might I just can't think of any to say. I want to vent, to scream. Even this morning when I got upset, I just couldn't maintain it. Its just not who I am and who you are and who we were.

But there's the fact that this was the right thing to do, and that you never made me anything except happier than I had been in a long time.

Its been incredible, unforgettable, watching you grow these last few months. I'm hoping, maybe, I can still watch (oh, sure, I'm a voyeur on every level) because you have barely begun, and I want to see it all. You may never be owned again, but you are going to snap the next girl in two, in the best of ways. I wanna see that. You glow in my eyes in that image.

Being with you was like being a goddess, I didn't have to worry about anything, didn't have to hide anything, from you or from the people here because I had you close to me. I showed this place a side of myself I never had before. I can't tell you why, I can't tell you the secret combination, all I can say is that there's a lock that only an Aus shaped key will fit. And thats a good thing. Other keys will open other locks, but this was special and I never want that to stop.

I'll stand with you and hold your hand if you'll let me, or I'll stand back and watch your story unfold, and I'll feel the delight and pain with you, even if at a distance.

And I will always be here, I promised that before, and it holds true even if we are not lovers.

And I smile, without a hint of bitter-sweet, when I look back on us.

We did...us...as much as we could. I have no regrets.

I love you,

Moi
 
Dear Ahren,

Two things.
First you're jealous.
Second, and I say this with both a smile and love in my heart, fuck yourself with a spoon.

Kisses,
Aus.
 

Ahren,

Okay, Two more things.

First, to be honest I find your dedication to being a curmudgeon fascinating, frightening and downright amazing. You're kinda my hero for like the minute.

Second, in light of this and the season will you change your AV to the grinch? Cause I would find this ENDLESSLY entertaining. I am sure others will agree with me.

Kisses,
Aus
 
Maybe just for Christmas. The rest of the year his avatar should be Statler and Waldorf from the Muppet show :D
 
Maybe just for Christmas. The rest of the year his avatar should be Statler and Waldorf from the Muppet show :D

OMG!! FTW.
Veroe, I knew I liked you.

Ahren,
For you, don't say I've never given you anything.

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This comparison has already been brought up on this forum. So don't try to claim any originality.
 
This comparison has already been brought up on this forum. So don't try to claim any originality.

I never did. I haven't seen it, mostly cause I don't follow you around, I thought it was funny. If it's been brought up twice (at least) then perhaps that means something.
 
Dear Sister F.

For some reason , recently you have been in my thoughts quite a bit. Not that I want you there.
Something somewhere has triggered memories of you, and your dreadful treatment of 7 year old girls in your daily care.
I don't think in my life, I've ever truly known the full experience of hating anyone...bar you.
You were, ...one evil bitch.
You were supposed to teach us....explain things to us..guide us...keep us safe. Not terrify us..Not leave us now as adults, still with the desire to wish for one wish, and that being, to have you for 5 minutes alone, so that each of us, ...could let you know just how much of a sinner and abusive vile sham of a woman you were.

Your abuse was not sexual..but the physical and most of all mental bruises left their own torment in many of us. Fortunately, the subsequent Nun we had in the following two years, was a dream ..a beautiful soul, who showed us all that not every Sister was as twisted and bitter a bitch as you were.

But you're dead now. I do not forgive you...nor have any guilt for not doing so. I just hope however that where ever you are, that your conscience is greater than your cruelty, and that shame is as much as a part of your afterlife as it was with the students who were unfortunately in your classes.

..
 
I never did. I haven't seen it, mostly cause I don't follow you around, I thought it was funny. If it's been brought up twice (at least) then perhaps that means something.

They're hecklers. It's not the wording I would use to describe my personality, but I'm aware of why people make the comparison. Not trying to deny that.
 
Well, to be fair to Statler and Waldorf they do have to sit in that box listening to Fozzy Bear's bad comedy routines. Is it any wonder they're famous for being cranky hecklers?
 
Well, to be fair to Statler and Waldorf they do have to sit in that box listening to Fozzy Bear's bad comedy routines. Is it any wonder they're famous for being cranky hecklers?

I have to read terrible posts here, too. So I guess that's just another thing we have in common.
 
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