Dear X

[Pinktacokitty]

To the rapists,

I hope one day our paths cross, although I highly doubt they will. People like yourselves are the reason why I believe in the death penalty, but it makes me believe more so in an "eye for an eye" What is even crazier is that she was there under the pretense of counceling someone through a horrific time in their lives, only to have a horrific thing happen to them.

You see I want two men do to you what you did to her. I want those men to pin you down. Beat you, force you to perform oral. I want them to take turns holding your legs over your head as you scream, plead, beg, and eventually succumb to what is inevitably going to happen to you.

Then I want them to toss you aside as you did her and let you sit there and feel the shame, embarassment, and horrifiying realization of what just happened, as you try to put the puzzle pieces together of what just happened.

I wish nothing but the absolute worst to happen to you. I want someone to sodomize you on a daily basis while beating you with a leather strap as you did her. I want you to feel scared all day everyday as you wonder if they know where you live and would they be coming back.

I want you to have to go through the pain and embarassment of someone performing a rape kit test on you. As you sit there and just tremble and wonder over in your head why me as she is doing now.

You took away a beautiful woman's heart and soul the other day. You have reduced her to a shell of her former self. I would ask why but I know the answer already. You are a weak little shit whose mommy didn't hug you enough. You and your friend are a coward and a disgrace to not only men but humans in general.

Fuck do I wish I knew where you were right now, because I would love to watch you bleed as you caused her to do. You fucking little weak tits deserve to die a horrific death and I for one will be praying it happens everyday from this day forward.



You my friend who had this happen to her,

Stay as strong as you can. You have my number and countless others who are more than willing to lend an ear. PLease follow the advice of the paramedics. Take the preventative medicine so you do not contract anything from those mother fuckers.

Please call the crisis hotline. Find a local support group and go to it. Be around people who have suffered as you just have. Lean on each other to help you get through your days.

I am so sorry this took place. I am truly saddened for what has happened to you. Keep your head up. Stay strong and hopefully you will realize once again what me and many other people know. You are an amazing woman, who makes each of us laugh. You are selfless, genuine and I am honored that you are my friend.

Take care and call if you need anything.

Rob

That is so sad, my heart goes out to her and all the women affected by abuse.......

 

[themilf]

Dear 23 year old hot young man from the neighborhood,

I saw you driving behind me on the divided highway yesterday after work. Yes, I noticed you were on your cell phone. No, I didn't know you were calling ME because my phone was in my purse!

I watched as you followed me in to the same random parking lot that I turned in to. And I watched gleefully in my rearview mirror as you followed me while I did figure 8's in the lot. We both know I wasn't trying to shake you as evidenced by the fact that when you stopped I pulled back around next to you and opened my car window.

I smiled even more broadly when I saw YOUR smile and I cursed my CPA for asking me to come by at 5 for what ended up being a 2 hour appointment. Of course if I'd been more focused it might have been shorter!

I saw your disappointment when I had to refuse your ever so Indecent Proposal, you hot son of a bitch (and I mean that in a loving sort of way). I promise you the next time you're behind me, well, you know!

Oh and I'd really like to retrieve that navy lace thong. It completes a set and you know how I struggle with OCD.

 

[blulilacgrl]

Dear fellow parent,

Yes my kid punched your kid. Tell your kid to keep his hands off mine and there won't be a problem.

Signed,

The Parent of the Kid Who Stood Up for Himself

 

[BradBigBrain]

Dear fellow parent,

Yes my kid punched your kid. Tell your kid to keep his hands off mine and there won't be a problem.

Signed,

The Parent of the Kid Who Stood Up for Himself

Good for him!

And you.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dear Anonymous #1

Really "slut crap shit" is your comment? Wow - impressive use of the English language.

Me

Dear Anonymous #2

I agree wholeheartedly.

Me

 

[LicentiousLady]

Dear X,

Still thinking of you. Always thinking of you.

Love,

Me

 

[Bad_Old_Man]

Dear RHF,
I look at the way you fill that top, your breasts fighting to escape and immediately I'm filled with a desire to be fed. This will never happen but thank you for adding fuel to the fire of my fantasies.
Patrick

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dear RHF,
I look at the way you fill that top, your breasts fighting to escape and immediately I'm filled with a desire to be fed. This will never happen but thank you for adding fuel to the fire of my fantasies.
Patrick

Dear Patrick,

Thank-you for making me smile, blush and appreciative to my top and you.

~ RHF

 

[janeyl]

Dear "bull"...

You're missing a letter..."y" because that's what you really are...

Now run along, because I sincerely doubt you're actually man enough...

 

[KierstH12]

...........................

 

[sunshinegirl05]

Dear you,

You know, I was overwhelmed a few days ago. But I was able to get through it...and pull myself over that huge hump. I am making strides to inquire about possible job opportunities, putting my app and resume out there, and looking into other options through the school. I know that if you knew just how much I was trying, it'd piss you off. Because nothing would make you happier....aside from money, is to see me fail. Guess what? I'm not a failure. I'm a smart, down to earth, good head on my shoulders, kind of woman.

You seem to take great joy in making my life as difficult as possible. You stopped using the kids as much to try to get to me. Now you've moved on to school. I know it's the not the end of the world if I have to put off finishing school in a year and a half. But the fact that you want me to repay you back the money that I had to pay for this semester, or you won't pay for anymore of my schooling.............well you're an idiot. But guess what? I will pay you back. And then you know what? I won't use any more of YOUR money on my schooling.

I know people think I should not pay you back. Quite frankly, they are right. I shouldn't have to pay you back from "OUR" money. But it's never been "OURS" has it?! It's always been YOURS. Well fuck you and YOUR money. You're such a miser...except when it suits you and your wants.

You are so full of anger and bitterness.....towards your mom, the world, me, even your kids. Every time someone disagrees with you, you automatically think they hate you. You've even gone as far as to say that because the kids don't like doing taekwondo, they hate you. Fucking for real????? They are kids. What kid likes to do something 24/7?

You and your mother's relationship is strained.......and you both have years of pent up anger and issues towards each other that need to be dealt with. I know that, that part will have to come from you and her, in order for you to be at peace with her.

But it has affected your relationship with every other woman you come in contact with. You think that women are beneath you, and should not be treated as equals or heaven forbid, make more money than you. You are intimidated by the fact that my best friend has her Master's in Engineering. You hate that she makes more money than you.

You view women as objects to be owned. You border line tell me that women should just shut up and spread their legs for their men. That men need to put women in their place.

I know that if you weren't so "what would other people think" conscious, you'd probably already have hit me. I'm sure of it. Just from comments you make about your siblings relationships and situations that have come about.

You know though, that if you did it, it would cause so much grief in your life.......that you wouldn't dare risk that.

If you would learn to be thankful and appreciate what you have now, you would be so rich. You'd have a family. You'd have kids that adored you. You'd have a wife that couldn't wait for you to come home.

You do have good qualities. You work hard. You provide the necessities for the family. But being able to say that you have this...or you have that.......isn't all it's cracked up to be if you don't have a family that loves you and supports you.

I pity you. I despise you. I just don't like you. I hate what you have put the kids through. I hate what you have put me through.

You need to grow up and be a man. Be a father. Be someone that your kids can look up to, because right now, I'm ashamed that you're their father. I do not want my son growing up, thinking that you're a shining example of what a man should be. I don't want my daughter to grow up thinking that all men are like you....and that she will end up with someone just like her daddy.

You seem to think you're invincible. No dear...you are not. Even the mighty fall....and the higher up they are on a pedestal...whether it's self-imposed or they were put up there....the harder they fall. You keep it up...and you will end up a broken, lonely, even more bitter and angry man.

Signed,

ME.

 

[MrsBorg]

Little one,

I am so sorry and so afraid this adventure is coming to an end. With the heart of a parent, the knowledge of one nearly three times your age and the cursed empathy of being an author, I can guess how it feels. You've come so far in your eighteen years with blessings, riches and gifts that will feel as empty as cup full of solar ether.

Before your head fills with the empty curses of "woulda-shoulda-coulda," let me tell you how you did everything right. You jumped through all the hoops you could find in your quest to go away to college. I know the anger, frustration and hate you feel towards your egg donor. As I said before, "Without her, there would be no you." That's as true today as the first time I said it to my strong daughter with tears in eyes that never cry.

It sucks that the college lead us to believe it was in the bag. It sucks that we went forward believing their estimates that your unique combination of scholarships, grants, loans and finacial aid brought you with $1000 of meeting your dream. How dare they now tell you, after a month of classes, "By the way, you actually owe us $4096 for this semester." Their estimates were off by 20%, simple math I know you can do in your head.

To add injury to insult, I know how hard you worked this summer, the overtime you put in at a thankless job to earn the supposed $2000 you would need for semester 1 & 2. I know how excited you were to have a job lined up before classes even started for the princely sum of $12 per hour.

I know the dream was more than just college. I know the dream was college away... away from the only place you've known as home. Away from that woman who donated the egg that created half of you. Away from the sister you never wanted. Away from the limited, country-fuck, backward, illiterant, unsophisticated, unwise, ignorant and dowright-ugly people who have filled your life from day one until now.

Excuse the tiny smile that just crept on my face. It's not a grin I think you can understand or appreciate. You're not wrong with your assessment of the people in your hometown of 1800 souls. They are all those things. They are also the friendliest, nicest, kindest people I've met. There may come a day in your life when you find yourself looking for a home much like the one we tried to give.

I was there with you on your fifteenth birthday when life was so confusing that you took a blade to your flesh and began cutting out of frustration. I was the one who sat awake all night, watching you sleep, so afraid of what else you might do to yourself without constant supervision. I was the one who spent your birthday on the phone to find you the help I couldn't give. I so remember your words, only whispered once about how I had failed you by "leaving me alone with her." I hated my job at that moment. I hated the 100 days a year when I travel. I hated every lonely moment you spent lost and confused and, well, being fifteen and different than everyone you knew.

I was also there to witness the tenacity you displayed creating a work of art. (I won't be more forthcoming than that in this forum.) The 100 hours you spent to create it. And the vision you brought the year before and the even greater vision you brought the next year. We joke about it, but you literally became world famous: celebrated across the interwebs and interviewed across the nation, including at least one national broadcast.

I've seen you cry three times in your eighteen years. The first time you were vaccinated. I can still remember the indignant look on your face as the little you looked at the doctor with shock and surprise that he would dare to hurt you like that. You never cried again receiving a shot. I saw tears the night you were convinced the creation that would bring you national notice wasn't going to work. And I saw the tears when the egg donor said those hateful things to you that one night when the paper you wrote wasn't working.

You don't know how to cry and I get that. I don't either. I cried once when I lost my parents. Just that one time. It wasn't enough.

So here's the lessons I think you're about to learn. Life can suck. Life can be the hardest thing you've ever done with yourself. It ain't easy, it ain't always fun and don't even ask me about how it ends because the ending truly sucks, too.

This is going to feel like a huge setback. This is going to feel like a failure. This is going to feel as if your world ended. It's none of the above. This is a bump in the road of life. It's the story your children and grandchildren will get tired of hearing. This is the beginning of the story of one who doesn't know how to quit and the dad who never stopped cheering you on. You can do this, whatever "this" turns out to be.

Free hugs anytime you need them!

Dad

Dear X

I don't know you, never crossed your path before I don't think, but I have to say there is one lucky child out there who has you as his or her Dad!

 

[Thomasoir]

Dear X

What the fuck?

Sincerely,

Me

 

[kendra1980]

Dear X,

I find you a person of low class and lower intelligence. I gave you a week of just watching to try to prove myself wrong. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your language is coarse, your English poor, your "upkeep" lacking and your neediness ugly.

What she sees in you confuddles me. It truly does.






Dear X2,

Joe Biden says "my friend" too much. Have you noticed it? Ryan never says "my friend" back.

Interestin.

 

[sunshinegirl05]

Dear X,

I find you a person of low class and lower intelligence. I gave you a week of just watching to try to prove myself wrong. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your language is coarse, your English poor, your "upkeep" lacking and your neediness ugly.

What she sees in you confuddles me. It truly does.






Dear X2,

Joe Biden says "my friend" too much. Have you noticed it? Ryan never says "my friend" back.

Interestin.

I do not like his little "chuckle" nor do I like how he "My Friend" Ryan. I am so sure they are friends.

 

[WolfsButterfly]

Dear Self,

Please give me a respite from all the shit you keep flooding my brain with. I can only take so much before I feel as though my head shall explode.

Kthanxbai,

Overloaded

 

[fungatorgurl101]

Dear Self,

Please give me a respite from all the shit you keep flooding my brain with. I can only take so much before I feel as though my head shall explode.

Kthanxbai,

Overloaded

Dear Overloaded.... HUGS been there for two weeks we need "off" buttons!

Pooped

 

[WolfsButterfly]

Dear Overloaded.... HUGS been there for two weeks we need "off" buttons!

Pooped

HUGS for the Pooped One

Off buttons would be amazing.

 

[someoneyouknow]

Dear scientists:

Great strides have been made in technology to help those who, for one reason or another, have disabilities which make life even more difficult than it already is. You have used your vast intelligence to create devices to read the twitches of a cheek to help the esteemed Dr. Hawking communicate and let us mere mortals bask in the glow of his uber thought processes.

You have also helped those, such as one of my internal customers, who are mostly or fully blind by creating software which reads the words on the screen for them so they don't have to have someone read documents to them or, more importantly, in the case of computers, lets them operate their machine unaided.

I am now asking that you accelerate your current research into mind reading, for lack of a better term, so that I can plug my several pounds of grey matter into a computer so I can brain puke the ideas I have for the three unfinished stories I'm working on and the book I claim I am writing even though I know I will never finish it.

It is frustrating having several simultaneous thoughts running loose now that I am on my upswing of creativity, for I know I will never be able to record them before they disappear into the ether of my subconscious mind. These are the thoughts and ideas I desperately want to record because these are the good ones, the ones which draw on the deepest parts of my creative being and which flow forth so quickly, but are clear and concise in the message I want to convey.

Come on guys and gals, it can't be that hard. The Matrix gave you the prototype hardware, you just need to come up with the software.

Unable to record their thoughts

 

[someoneyouknow]

Dear cat,

You're a talker. A loud, very vocal talker. I get it. However, please stop walking into the bathroom and meowing so you can hear the echo of your voice as it is amplified two fold. Neither I nor the people on the other side of the wall appreciate it when you do that.

Especially when it's 10 PM.

Sincerely,

The one who rubs your furry, white belly so you go, "Hrrrrrrrrr" in contentment

 

[Sensualdreamer]

Dear JPAS...

An observation that I've had about you...

You are 24 years old, you are a college graduate, you have a full time job w/ benefits, you have your own vehicle, a valid drivers license and you still live w/ our parents.

Explain the following:

You get off of work, and as you drive home you are MORE than capable of stopping by ANY fast food restaurant of your choice if you're hungry. Instead you call mum and have her go out to pick up something for you. Why?

Dear Mum...

You are MORE than capable of telling your son "NO", but instead you choose to cater to his desires and then you end up exhausted b/c it's just one more item to crowd your already busy schedule. It's your choice to go bring food home for your son, but you know he's got a vehicle and is capable of doing this for himself. It's a waste of your time and your gas. If you don't plan on putting a stop to it (which you could) then please stop griping about how busy you are...b/c you do NOT have to do this!

Dear ABJ...

You are so full of pride it's revolting. You are ungrateful for the many things that people do for you. When I heard about your need of a washing machine I knew that I could offer you the use of mine, but I chose not to offer it. I'm not being mean or rotten, but I'm proving a point that your pride has you on such a pinnacle that you would rather struggle than humble yourself and ask for help. I'm thinking that the underlying issue is that you're pissed off and you want me to apologise for being me...well that's not gonna happen so deal w/ it. In the mean time...best of luck to you.

 

[fungatorgurl101]

Dear X -

One year ago today I woke up smiling knowing I was going to be meeting you in a few short hours. You swept me off my feet, you made me feel again, you showed me I truly had the capacity to love and be loved. For that I will always thank you. I know that you wanted more, so did I, but I couldn't give you everything at that time. With that being said I know that you hid things from me, I am not sure if you did it to protect me or out of embarrassment but you hid things and that is fine.
You told me you would let me know how you were, if you were okay but I have not heard from you. I think of you often, I wonder if you were okay, I wonder if you have been able to make yourself happy, but oddly I miss your voice and just hearing you say the simplest of things. SO with that...... I hope you the world, I hope you success and health and know I do still love you and I hope that you are happy and you will always have a place in my heart.

A reflective Litster

 

[SmileyGirl]

Dear X -

On year ago today I woke up smiling knowing I was going to be meeting you in a few short hours. You swept me off my feet, you made me feel again, you showed me I truly had the capacity to love and be loved. For that I will always thank you. I know that you wanted more, so did I, but I couldn't give you everything at that time. With that being said I know that you hid things from me, I am not sure if you did it to protect me or out of embarrassment but you hid things and that is fine.
You told me you would let me know how you were, if you were okay but I have not heard from you. I think of you often, I wonder if you were okay, I wonder if you have been able to make yourself happy, but oddly I miss your voice and just hearing you say the simplest of things. SO with that...... I hope you the world, I hope you success and health and know I do still love you and I hope that you are happy and you will always have a place in my heart.

A reflective Litster

 

[Mollie_F]

Dear mother,

This last week left me reeling. It seems that the definition of "terminal" I understand, and what you really mean, couldn't be further apart.

I've almost broken myself trying to give you the dignity I wanted you to have at the "end". For sure I've missed out, worried myself silly and given myself a LOT more physical pain by putting your interests first.

And now I find out that all along the whole thing has been one guilt-laden, manipulative, stinking lie. I don't even understand why you've done it. I have all the time in the world for the people I care about - there's never been any need to grab attention in such a pathetic and heartless way.

You're lucky I'm still speaking - so don't be criticising me for daring to sigh.

I don't know where to begin with the game you've played. All I know right now, is that I'm not playing it back.

For-once-I'll-be-in-touch-when-I'm-ready
Me.

 

[BradBigBrain]

Dear mother,

This last week left me reeling. It seems that the definition of "terminal" I understand, and what you really mean, couldn't be further apart.

I've almost broken myself trying to give you the dignity I wanted you to have at the "end". For sure I've missed out, worried myself silly and given myself a LOT more physical pain by putting your interests first.

And now I find out that all along the whole thing has been one guilt-laden, manipulative, stinking lie. I don't even understand why you've done it. I have all the time in the world for the people I care about - there's never been any need to grab attention in such a pathetic and heartless way.

You're lucky I'm still speaking - so don't be criticising me for daring to sigh.

I don't know where to begin with the game you've played. All I know right now, is that I'm not playing it back.

For-once-I'll-be-in-touch-when-I'm-ready
Me.

Oh my. I am so sorry.