Dear X

Dear plumber of mine,

Thank you for your early morning messages when I panic texted you about my boiler not working. You take my flirt and humour well, even at stupid o'clock.

I wish I could offer you to pop round for a better thanks, but hey, in real life I'm not as slick as in writing. :rolleyes:🤣
 
Dear young person,

When you impose things on everyone around you because you waited until the last minute to do your job, it doesn't make us want to help you.

Signed,
Please don't ask for a reference letter....
 
Dear young person,

When you impose things on everyone around you because you waited until the last minute to do your job, it doesn't make us want to help you.

Signed,
Please don't ask for a reference letter....
*swoons* at the firm talking to, and all I think is if I were that young person I'd be saying "ooooh, I've been a bad girl, spank me, Sir!"

:p
 
*swoons* at the firm talking to, and all I think is if I were that young person I'd be saying "ooooh, I've been a bad girl, spank me, Sir!"

:p
That's right, you've been very bad....very very bad....
Bend over and grab your ankles. :devil::devil::devil:

I honestly said to one of them, once, "it's not like I can put you over my knee and spank you." I worried that I might be in trouble for that....sigh....
 
That's right, you've been very bad....very very bad....
Bend over and grab your ankles. :devil::devil::devil:

I honestly said to one of them, once, "it's not like I can put you over my knee and spank you." I worried that I might be in trouble for that....sigh....
Ha! Oh, the things we trip up and say when we let our guard down for a moment on our kinky sides 🤣
 
Dear Deborah,

I know you will never read this, and that's okay. This letter is addressed to the you that is lost to us all who knew you well. It's been difficult these last few weeks, no, excruciating, seeing the shadow that you have turned into. I just told your son, dingaling that he is, I will see this through with him to the end. He has lost all his family these last two years, and now you.

I have known you for almost 40 years. You were an icon of the duty of motherhood for your son. Your brilliance was admirable. Your sense of culture and adventure were something few could keep up with or understand. All the plays, musicals, orchestras you enjoyed made me wonder what I was missing. I will never forget seeing Pavaroti with you. It was so worth it. (And I really don't even like opera). You have been around the world. Your home is literally stuffed with souvenirs of every kind- not just the shitty little shot glasses. All the postcards you always sent to me. Your son will say you kinda sucked at times, and he may be right, but I am not your son, though you sometimes jokingly claim otherwise.

After my own parents died, you made a room available to rent for me should I want it. In time, I availed myself of that for awhile and from then on, I could truly say, you were my people. From then on, I said and demonstrated by my actions that you are my friend and what happens to you matters to me. I stood up for you when people abused your generosity. I asked for nothing in return. I wouldn't even think of it. I helped with home repair. Visited with you as often as time and circumstance would allow from my busy household. Introduced you to my own family as someone valuable to me. This is what I do for my people. You are my people.

And I don't know where you are anymore. I have just visited your shadow and already, not even 10 minutes later, you are complaining to your son how no one ever visits. No one cares. It is harder to process what is happening to you than I imagined. Seeing glimmers of the you that once was, while delightful at the time, moves me to a profound sense of loss and pity for what is. It truly is heartbreaking. I will see you again soon I expect, even if you will not be able to remember. You are loved Deborah. I love you.

I will endure, for you, my people, my friend

MrT
 
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Dear son and daughter of mine,

I know you've grown. Into decent respectable young adults. You will not read this, but I need to say it. I am so glad to have been a part of your youth. To see you learn and enjoy the life this world has to offer.

It is also harder than I imagined your choosing to celebrate holidays away from me and mom. I guess it was inevitable. I am grateful for any time you spend with us now. It means more than you know or comprehend. I miss you both so much.

Be excellent in all that you do!

Love me and mom
 
Dear Atlanta Traffic,

Listen, you have a problem. I'm sorry, it's no longer cute or just annoying. You flip flop from 80mph to stopped and then back again. This kind of bi-polar personality is really problematic for all the people around you.
And sometimes you just stop everything for everyone. There's no reason except, I think, for attention. Or maybe you're just having some kind of melt down. But you can't keep doing this.
You need help. You need to talk to someone about this.

Signed,
Glad I don't live there anymore. Wish I didn't ever have to drive through it.
 
Dear used to be mine,

I miss you more than I can explain. I would settle for you being angry at me and take your negative attention, just to get any of your attention. Not healthy, I know. But still true. Nothing sucks more than silence. I guess you might not have anything left to say. That sucks too.

-The One You Left Behind.
 
Dear used to be mine,

I miss you more than I can explain. I would settle for you being angry at me and take your negative attention, just to get any of your attention. Not healthy, I know. But still true. Nothing sucks more than silence. I guess you might not have anything left to say. That sucks too.

-The One You Left Behind.
Dear Nevyn,

I'm sorry to read this. I know the ache of silence.
I can give you platitudes about how it will lessen with time (it will) and how you may find something marvelously better now (you might), but I also know that they will only help a little.

But friends here help a lot.

Your friend.
Sailor.
 
Dear Family,

Seriously you make ordering a pizza more complicated than it has to be.
(1) All pizza places in the US have the same toppings. By the time you're 30, you've got the list narrowed down, we don't need to read the entire list...or even any of it.
(2) Just get one big ass pizza with the simple three topings all people can agree on.
(3) Or at most two pizza's one with lots of meat, one with mostly veggies.

If you haven't figured this out by the time you're 50, you really need help....sigh....

Signed,

I should have just done it.
 
Dear X, (I wanna know what love is playing in the background)

I know you're out there and I wish you the best of life has to offer you. I know I'm not a part of it or I'd be sharing it with you. One day though we'll share it and live the life we love and desire. I have forgotten you in some ways and in many ways remember it like the back of my hand. You exist like a million dollars (never seen in it). I won't give up or stop hoping for you to find you along my life's path.

DS
 
Dear X -

You are still my very favorite human in lit-land and far beyond. May you and your people have a blessed new year full of joy and happiness and all the support and love you need to face whatever challenges life brings.

Your forever friend ❤️💔❤️
 
Dear X,

You amaze me in ways no in this world, or any world, ever has or will. How I ever managed to be close to you in any capacity is an embarrassment of fortune and a life experience I value and treasure more than meer words can describe. You know my heart at it's best and worst and everything in between.

I wish you, and all your people, the very best this world has to offer and a most excellent New Year, 2023. I am so excited for how the future looks for you. It is something we have spoken of often, and is my greatest wish for you.

Yours forever, 💜✨
 
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