Dear X,

[Saucyminx]

Dear Universe,

Please keep her happy, and healthy while she is away and bring her home safe. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to her.

Me

 

[unregistered]

 

[unregistered]

 

[bobsgirl]

Dear X,
Just wanted to let you know, I think you are a pretentious, self-important weasel. As for the reason you gave me... it's bullshit and you and I both know it.

 

[Saucyminx]

Dear dipshits that I work with,

Are you fucking kidding me? I met with the manager of your department. I put in the request 45 days ago. I answered countless emails asking for information that was put in the original request, which I did point out but attached anyway since y'all couldn't find your ass with both hands and flashlight. I gave you a report and specific instructions. You didn't like the report, you wanted a roster. I got you the roster. You requested a different report, which I provided. You decided you needed the 1st the report again--I sent you the fucking report again. Then you have the audacity, the giant pendulous brass bollocks, to tell my boss it's finished and closed when you haven't actually updated a single fucking bit in the system? Seriously?

Well guess what. She knows. She knows you haven't touched any of it. She has every single email, question, irritation and answer because, sucks to be you, I'm a cyber hoarder. And your ass is toast because she sent all of it to the VP, not the manager of your department, not his manager, the V fucking P.

You can all go suck a big donkey dick.

And to the doc who yelled at me for 20 min today because I had the misfortune of taking over your issue from the incompetent slobs I work with, and despite the fact that I am actually working to get you some results? You can go suck a big donkey dick too.

I'm going out for beer and wings, and beer.

M

 

[Saucyminx]

Dear work week,

Thank you for being over. That is all.

Me

 

[unregistered]

 

[Miles Long]

Dear Body,

Thanks for getting through that. Today I will say thank you by taking you for a massage and then stuffing you with delicious food.

Miles

 

[NotHisLady]

Dear Thinking of Starting That Thread,

STOP!!
Before you do it take second to LOOK around. By some astronomical coincidence someone else may have had that very same question (yeah I know, what are the odds right? but still) If you don't want to do a search (nasty complicated things) then just skim over the first page or two. Sometimes the universe is looking out for you and the answer IS ALREADY THERE.

Do you really need to start a thread asking a question that's answered on page one already (sometimes twice?)
No, didn't thinks so.

Now if you've Stopped, Looked, and still don't see you're question by all means POST.

Thanks!!
Unnecessary Redundancy Identification & Nullification Endeavor
(Let's keep things flowing!!)

 

[NightL]

Dear Thinking of Starting That Thread,

STOP!!

Ok - you have my attention...

 

[Saucyminx]

Dear Bill,
No one knows why you did what you did.
I know you didn't do it maliciously because you didn't have a mean bone in your body.
I know how hard you fought to beat it.
I know how one mis-step can ruin your entire life.
I know no mother should EVER find her child like that.
I know 2 children who will never forgive you for making the choice to leave them--even if you had the best intentions.
I wish you had reached out to somebody.
I wish you had taken into consideration what this would do to every one left behind.
I wish you were still making beautiful art, and riding your bike around.
I hope you have finally found peace.
M

 

[imemkay]

Dear Minxy,

Many Hugs.

M

 

[unregistered]

 

[Wanderer0327]

Dear K (stbxw),

I love you. I'm not in love with you, or even in a decent like with you at the moment, but I will always love you. I wish you could understand what love is about. I know the family dynamic you grew up in was seriously fucked up and you have issues with both your father and your mother. I know you were denied the childhood you deserved, and I know you received constant criticism that you didn't deserve. I know that the way your daughter treats you is abusive, and I have no idea how a parent can ever work through that sort of pain. I know that you've worked so hard all your adult life to overcome the serve depression you have to deal with daily. You are an amazingly intelligent and lovable woman. I know that somewhere inside you is the little girl that my little boy so dearly loves.

But I have to put up and protect my boundaries to protect myself. I let you deal with your mother and your daughter without interference as you requested. I bit my tongue so many times and shoved my feelings down to try to respect your decisions regarding your kid. But I can't do that anymore. I won't do that anymore. Nor will I let you criticize me the way your parents criticized you growing up. I told you several times that you had turned into your mother. It's like the stress of dealing with your kid's abusing you regressed you and you became the mother/wife that you had watched your mom be.

I deserve better! I deserve much better! You deserve much better! But the only person who can heal you is you. The only person who can help you find happiness is you. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes and my heart so that you might have a clue on how to love yourself.

A little more than a year ago you moved out of our house both to be nearer to your daughter and because (as you said) you couldn't live there anymore. I was ready to move with you and take a different job, but you refused and insisted I stay where I was. I helped you in pretty much every way you asked me to help, and while some of the time you would show your appreciation, increasingly you did not. Instead, you would lash out at me (you called it venting) for things I had no control over. When you asked for my help with something, I was wrong whether I did it exactly as you wanted or if I did it as I saw proper. After a couple of visits you told me I couldn't stay at your apartment when I came to visit. You told others that you thought we were headed for divorce. I guess you were right.

I am done with this. I am done being a paycheck and occasional sex toy for you. I am done listening to you agonize over your selfish bitch of a daughter. She's a grown woman now who has to live or die based on her own actions and no one else's! I called her a spoiled princess less than a year into our marriage and you get bent out of shape, yet earlier this year you admitted that both you and your mother now agree she's a spoiled rotten bitch (your words!) Cut her loose somehow! Move on with your life! You're living in the past of your childhood, your teen years, and your first marriage. You're still living with the first year and a half of our marriage where your kid got sick. You can't heal someone else not even your daughter!

I don't see us ever being able to live as husband and wife again. I've had since last July to mourn the loss of our marriage, and my loss of my friend, my lover and my wife. But when our anniversary came around this year it all came flooding back, at least the good stuff did. I miss the good stuff. I miss the woman I met and fell in love with. You say she's dead and gone, but I know in every fiber of my being that the inner little girl that my inner little boy loves so dearly is still there. I hope with all my heart she finds healing, health and happiness. I hope with all my heart that you find healing, health and happiness.

I love you, K. I always will.

 

[Wanderer0327]

Dear X:

I am so over this passive aggressive bullshit you pull whenever someone disagrees with you. This "you don't love me", "I never do anything right", "I'll just get out of your life" routine has MORE than run it's course. We're family and I do love you, but I don't particularly LIKE you when pull this shit. You need to get over yourself and grow up.

I coulda/shoulda added that to mine letter to K. Spot-friggin-on!

 

[Emerson40]

Sweet Minxy,

Ah, shit.
So very hard to understand and get one's head around, being left with the broken pieces.

Hang in there kiddo, big hugs at ya.


E

 

[walkawayrenee]

Dear Bill,
No one knows why you did what you did.
I know you didn't do it maliciously because you didn't have a mean bone in your body.
I know how hard you fought to beat it.
I know how one mis-step can ruin your entire life.
I know no mother should EVER find her child like that.
I know 2 children who will never forgive you for making the choice to leave them--even if you had the best intentions.
I wish you had reached out to somebody.
I wish you had taken into consideration what this would do to every one left behind.
I wish you were still making beautiful art, and riding your bike around.
I hope you have finally found peace.
M

I'm very sorry for your loss.

 

[Saucyminx]

Dear Minxy,

Many Hugs.

M

Dear Minx,


Thinking about you.

Sweet Minxy,

Ah, shit.
So very hard to understand and get one's head around, being left with the broken pieces.

Hang in there kiddo, big hugs at ya.


E

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you all.

 

[unregistered]

 

[Saucyminx]

Dear Winnie,

You were always very kind to me. You were sweet, and funny, and just very lovely to be around.

You will be truly missed. Say hi to Fox for me, and your brother, and even his awful wife--unless you want to give her the finger for me--it's all good.

Much love, and I'm sorry we didn't see you more in the last few years. It was just so damn awkward.

Rest in peace lady.
Love
M

 

[Essie1]

Dear Stephen, Alan, Phill, Jimmy and Johnny

You were just what I needed tonight. Amazing how funny rabbits and monkey pooh can be.

Me

 

[Lord Pmann]

Dear Rainshine,

I'm sorry I'm a giant numpty.

I will make it up to you with a song a day for the next 30 days.

Sincerely,
Giant Numpty

 

[Saucyminx]

Dear maintenance guy,

Thank you so much for coming to fix my washer so promptly and professionally. You seemed very nice. Maybe next time, you will wear either tighter shorts, or not go for the free balling approach, because while you were lying on my floor half under the washer, and I was walking down the hall toward you, I saw your stuff, and I don't mean your tools. . ok well maybe part of one.

May I say, perhaps some man-scaping is in order, either that or perhaps you are smuggling a couple hamsters in your shorts. I can't really say as I averted my gaze and slunk giggling back to my computer.

Also thanks for the giggles, they were in short supply the past few weeks.

Happy the clothes are no longer being held hostage in the washer,
M

 

[Sidney_1]

Dear K (stbxw),

I love you. I'm not in love with you, or even in a decent like with you at the moment, but I will always love you. I wish you could understand what love is about. I know the family dynamic you grew up in was seriously fucked up and you have issues with both your father and your mother. I know you were denied the childhood you deserved, and I know you received constant criticism that you didn't deserve. I know that the way your daughter treats you is abusive, and I have no idea how a parent can ever work through that sort of pain. I know that you've worked so hard all your adult life to overcome the serve depression you have to deal with daily. You are an amazingly intelligent and lovable woman. I know that somewhere inside you is the little girl that my little boy so dearly loves.

But I have to put up and protect my boundaries to protect myself. I let you deal with your mother and your daughter without interference as you requested. I bit my tongue so many times and shoved my feelings down to try to respect your decisions regarding your kid. But I can't do that anymore. I won't do that anymore. Nor will I let you criticize me the way your parents criticized you growing up. I told you several times that you had turned into your mother. It's like the stress of dealing with your kid's abusing you regressed you and you became the mother/wife that you had watched your mom be.

I deserve better! I deserve much better! You deserve much better! But the only person who can heal you is you. The only person who can help you find happiness is you. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes and my heart so that you might have a clue on how to love yourself.

A little more than a year ago you moved out of our house both to be nearer to your daughter and because (as you said) you couldn't live there anymore. I was ready to move with you and take a different job, but you refused and insisted I stay where I was. I helped you in pretty much every way you asked me to help, and while some of the time you would show your appreciation, increasingly you did not. Instead, you would lash out at me (you called it venting) for things I had no control over. When you asked for my help with something, I was wrong whether I did it exactly as you wanted or if I did it as I saw proper. After a couple of visits you told me I couldn't stay at your apartment when I came to visit. You told others that you thought we were headed for divorce. I guess you were right.

I am done with this. I am done being a paycheck and occasional sex toy for you. I am done listening to you agonize over your selfish bitch of a daughter. She's a grown woman now who has to live or die based on her own actions and no one else's! I called her a spoiled princess less than a year into our marriage and you get bent out of shape, yet earlier this year you admitted that both you and your mother now agree she's a spoiled rotten bitch (your words!) Cut her loose somehow! Move on with your life! You're living in the past of your childhood, your teen years, and your first marriage. You're still living with the first year and a half of our marriage where your kid got sick. You can't heal someone else not even your daughter!

I don't see us ever being able to live as husband and wife again. I've had since last July to mourn the loss of our marriage, and my loss of my friend, my lover and my wife. But when our anniversary came around this year it all came flooding back, at least the good stuff did. I miss the good stuff. I miss the woman I met and fell in love with. You say she's dead and gone, but I know in every fiber of my being that the inner little girl that my inner little boy loves so dearly is still there. I hope with all my heart she finds healing, health and happiness. I hope with all my heart that you find healing, health and happiness.

I love you, K. I always will.

This is a perceptive, sad, yet beautiful tribute. Keep your heart open.

 

[TheSilverLining]

Dear Sun,

If you could just hang out in the sky long enough for me to half-kill myself on the treadmill first; then me and my littlefoot will pay you a visit at the beach.

Many thanks in advance, Alice.