Dear X

Dear Robert,

Your passing is not without consequence. We who loved and knew you are stunned and heartbroken. I can only hope that your ending has brought the peace your tortured mind has long been looking for. We who remain will sort out the rest. Rest in peace my excellent friend. My brother.
 
Dear Robert,

Your passing is not without consequence. We who loved and knew you are stunned and heartbroken. I can only hope that your ending has brought the peace your tortured mind has long been looking for. We who remain will sort out the rest. Rest in peace my excellent friend. My brother.
So sorry for your loss. Thoughts and prayers are with you 🌹
 
Dear Robert,

Your passing is not without consequence. We who loved and knew you are stunned and heartbroken. I can only hope that your ending has brought the peace your tortured mind has long been looking for. We who remain will sort out the rest. Rest in peace my excellent friend. My brother.
My condolences :(
 
Dear X,

I can hardly say how worried I am about you. please ask for whatever help I can give. I want you safe and healthy. please be safe and healthy. i can not imagine this world without you.

Your sister
 
Dear Mom,

You didn't love me. I know, it isn't your fault, you just couldn't. What was done to you made you incapable and for that I cannot blame you.
But you made me think it was my fault for my entire childhood and adolescence, and died without ever apologizing. I was just a child mom.

Now, the man that I am isn't capable of letting anyone else love me. You made me feel like no one can ever be trusted. You made me believe that I have nothing to offer anyone and am unwanted, unwelcome, unworthy of love. The few brave souls who try to approach, I push them away, my insecurity and mistrust ruining any chance of being proven wrong.

I loved you, even if I didn't know how to say it because you never taught me how. But you never loved me back and so at 5 years old, I remember saying out loud, that I would die alone. You and the rest of the family laughed it off, thought I got it from a movie, but I was telling the truth. That was how I felt. At five.

You taught me that I had no worth, so I spent my life watching other people live, watching them have the experiences I wanted to have, the connections I yearned for, because I never learned how to live. I never learned how to connect, to make myself seen or heard.

You gave me this childhood of absolute uncertainty, the feeling that no on ever had my back and that I was always, always the one at fault. You paved the way for every abuser who found me, left a mark on me for every narcissist and psychopath I ever met. You made me some kind of beacon for the darkness and because of you I have had to see and live through things I never should have.

I see you in every woman I meet. So I constantly seek attention, connection, approval, validation from them. But I also can't figure out how to trust, how to believe that any of them can want me, because you taught me that I am undesirable. So I push and pull at the same time and tear things apart.

People see me as desperate and pathetic, because of the constant, soul aching fucking loneliness you left in me. Because of you, the things you taught me about me, are coming true. I'm losing the only person who has ever loved me, because of what you made me.

You're dead, so I'll post this here, just to get it out. Wouldn't have done any good to say it when you were alive anyway.
 
Dear Mom,

You didn't love me. I know, it isn't your fault, you just couldn't. What was done to you made you incapable and for that I cannot blame you.
But you made me think it was my fault for my entire childhood and adolescence, and died without ever apologizing. I was just a child mom.

Now, the man that I am isn't capable of letting anyone else love me. You made me feel like no one can ever be trusted. You made me believe that I have nothing to offer anyone and am unwanted, unwelcome, unworthy of love. The few brave souls who try to approach, I push them away, my insecurity and mistrust ruining any chance of being proven wrong.

I loved you, even if I didn't know how to say it because you never taught me how. But you never loved me back and so at 5 years old, I remember saying out loud, that I would die alone. You and the rest of the family laughed it off, thought I got it from a movie, but I was telling the truth. That was how I felt. At five.

You taught me that I had no worth, so I spent my life watching other people live, watching them have the experiences I wanted to have, the connections I yearned for, because I never learned how to live. I never learned how to connect, to make myself seen or heard.

You gave me this childhood of absolute uncertainty, the feeling that no on ever had my back and that I was always, always the one at fault. You paved the way for every abuser who found me, left a mark on me for every narcissist and psychopath I ever met. You made me some kind of beacon for the darkness and because of you I have had to see and live through things I never should have.

I see you in every woman I meet. So I constantly seek attention, connection, approval, validation from them. But I also can't figure out how to trust, how to believe that any of them can want me, because you taught me that I am undesirable. So I push and pull at the same time and tear things apart.

People see me as desperate and pathetic, because of the constant, soul aching fucking loneliness you left in me. Because of you, the things you taught me about me, are coming true. I'm losing the only person who has ever loved me, because of what you made me.

You're dead, so I'll post this here, just to get it out. Wouldn't have done any good to say it when you were alive anyway.
Are you okay with me sending you a DM about this?
 
Dear Mom,

You didn't love me. I know, it isn't your fault, you just couldn't. What was done to you made you incapable and for that I cannot blame you.
But you made me think it was my fault for my entire childhood and adolescence, and died without ever apologizing. I was just a child mom.

Now, the man that I am isn't capable of letting anyone else love me. You made me feel like no one can ever be trusted. You made me believe that I have nothing to offer anyone and am unwanted, unwelcome, unworthy of love. The few brave souls who try to approach, I push them away, my insecurity and mistrust ruining any chance of being proven wrong.

I loved you, even if I didn't know how to say it because you never taught me how. But you never loved me back and so at 5 years old, I remember saying out loud, that I would die alone. You and the rest of the family laughed it off, thought I got it from a movie, but I was telling the truth. That was how I felt. At five.

You taught me that I had no worth, so I spent my life watching other people live, watching them have the experiences I wanted to have, the connections I yearned for, because I never learned how to live. I never learned how to connect, to make myself seen or heard.

You gave me this childhood of absolute uncertainty, the feeling that no on ever had my back and that I was always, always the one at fault. You paved the way for every abuser who found me, left a mark on me for every narcissist and psychopath I ever met. You made me some kind of beacon for the darkness and because of you I have had to see and live through things I never should have.

I see you in every woman I meet. So I constantly seek attention, connection, approval, validation from them. But I also can't figure out how to trust, how to believe that any of them can want me, because you taught me that I am undesirable. So I push and pull at the same time and tear things apart.

People see me as desperate and pathetic, because of the constant, soul aching fucking loneliness you left in me. Because of you, the things you taught me about me, are coming true. I'm losing the only person who has ever loved me, because of what you made me.

You're dead, so I'll post this here, just to get it out. Wouldn't have done any good to say it when you were alive anyway.
((((((((((@Nevyn_Black ))))))))))))
 
Dear Robert,

Your passing is not without consequence. We who loved and knew you are stunned and heartbroken. I can only hope that your ending has brought the peace your tortured mind has long been looking for. We who remain will sort out the rest. Rest in peace my excellent friend. My brother.
My condolences and sympathies to you during this time; and sending prayers and calm as you grieve for your loss.
 
Dear Mom,

You didn't love me. I know, it isn't your fault, you just couldn't. What was done to you made you incapable and for that I cannot blame you.
But you made me think it was my fault for my entire childhood and adolescence, and died without ever apologizing. I was just a child mom.

Now, the man that I am isn't capable of letting anyone else love me. You made me feel like no one can ever be trusted. You made me believe that I have nothing to offer anyone and am unwanted, unwelcome, unworthy of love. The few brave souls who try to approach, I push them away, my insecurity and mistrust ruining any chance of being proven wrong.

I loved you, even if I didn't know how to say it because you never taught me how. But you never loved me back and so at 5 years old, I remember saying out loud, that I would die alone. You and the rest of the family laughed it off, thought I got it from a movie, but I was telling the truth. That was how I felt. At five.

You taught me that I had no worth, so I spent my life watching other people live, watching them have the experiences I wanted to have, the connections I yearned for, because I never learned how to live. I never learned how to connect, to make myself seen or heard.

You gave me this childhood of absolute uncertainty, the feeling that no on ever had my back and that I was always, always the one at fault. You paved the way for every abuser who found me, left a mark on me for every narcissist and psychopath I ever met. You made me some kind of beacon for the darkness and because of you I have had to see and live through things I never should have.

I see you in every woman I meet. So I constantly seek attention, connection, approval, validation from them. But I also can't figure out how to trust, how to believe that any of them can want me, because you taught me that I am undesirable. So I push and pull at the same time and tear things apart.

People see me as desperate and pathetic, because of the constant, soul aching fucking loneliness you left in me. Because of you, the things you taught me about me, are coming true. I'm losing the only person who has ever loved me, because of what you made me.

You're dead, so I'll post this here, just to get it out. Wouldn't have done any good to say it when you were alive anyway.
Sending prayers, calm and strength to you, hope this finds you well. If you'd like to chat, feel free to PM.
 
Echoing this sentiment.
@Nevyn_Black ...I know you didn't post this for lots of attention from people. I hope over time you will see your way past the deep hurt your mother caused you. My heart breaks for you.

Wishing you healing and the capacity to know and accept love in your life.

I didn't, though I am sure there are those who feel otherwise. It helped, to put it in a letter, like that. I did not mean to shut down another thread. It is a bad habit I've developed. Please, someone post after this.
 
Dear X

At what point can I stop having to attend to your feelings? Be your therapist and dumping ground?
I know I made you cry when I told you your son's depression is not about you... but in fact, it is NOT about you. I wish you could get over yourself. I wish I could tell you how much your "help" is not helping.
Days like today I wonder just how much of an entwined tangle family dynamics are and if we will ever manage to untangle these toxic threads.

Signed,
Another tormented daughter
 
Dear X
You thought you had crushed me. You thought you won. You thought when your new lady came into your life you had found your happily ever after, and I truly hoped you had. You thought you had me beat when the divorce was finalized and you weren’t required to pay alimony. I’ll admit it was hard. You never knew I had to sell blood plasma just to buy gas to drive to interviews and be rejected by merciless employers. You never knew despite all the struggles I was never late paying my bills in full and on time, even without a steady source of income.
You tried to break me, but with some unknown source of strength, I rebuilt myself and put myself through college, earning my degree. My college degree landed me into a wonderful career where I’m able to afford having a house custom built.
It was awkward hearing from you, especially when you asked me for my signature which would allow you to access your TSP due to a financial hardship. I sincerely hope you’re able to figure out your finances without my signature.
Best, me.
 
Dear Amelia,
Linc was not gaslighting you. Pressuring, but not gaslighting.
p.s. I don't think that means what you think that means.
p.p.s. Would y'all (hospital staff) please stop making out and banging each other on the clock? Patients have been waiting hours to be discharged. 🙄

(Grey's Anatomy 😂)
 
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Dear Aurora,

Thank you for the dance.
Your grace, beauty and brilliance has made my first time ever being unfaithful....well worth it.

Now, it’s time to fall asleep under you.
No hard feelings, I know you won’t be here when I wake up. 😉
 
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