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Dear J

I’m happy to say I can call myself a man now. The kid you knew is gone and hopefully will stay gone. You remember the kid who was always high on something and causing trouble? He’s dead. I learned to survive on my own and grew up like you wouldn’t imagine. Living 3,000 miles away from everything you've ever known is an experience we all need. The last night we were together before I left town was one of the best nights I remember. Granted, I was drunk, but I remember everything. Even the fight I was about to start, but you know how dumb I could get, and even like that you cared about me. Besides that, i was bald, scrawny and just plain rat like ugly and you still stuck with me lol. You made me feel happy and I’m sure it would’ve lasted so much longer had I not rushed out to conquer the world and make my dream come true. I have not had one girl since who gave me a kiss like the one we shared while you sat in your car and I couldn’t let you leave. I still see your glossy eyes and ask myself what the fuck could’ve been had I stayed just 1 more year. Well honey, I’m back but you aren’t here anymore. I posted a comment on your wall, because I don’t really think you have the same phone number, and you still haven’t replied. I don’t know what I’d do if you chose to ignore me. Girls like you are rarely alone, and I’m sure you have moved on and it’s okay. You should be happy wherever you are. I just hope you're still alive snowflake.

Always,
F
 
What I’d like to say to my ex wife

When I met you, you were living with your dad, and couldn’t hold down a job as a waitress. I gave you insurance, a place to live, a new car, and nursed you through your depression and anxiety. I paid for everything we did and never once asked for anything in return. You changed jobs 4 times a year. You almost never worked a 40 hour week. You never made more than $15,000 in a year, and most years you didn’t even make $10,000. FYI, people don’t live like you have for the last 8 years on that kind of money.

My family spent over $25,000 to get us married, and you acted like it was a burden for you to do the planning. I worked my ass off to provide for us and build a strong family, and you complained about having to move an hour and a half away. I waited on you hand and foot while you were pregnant, and you bitched that it wasn’t good enough, and never let me forget it. I took care of the baby after the birth, and you acted like it was a privilege.

After the birth you started to ignore me. The most obvious way was sexually, but your coldness was clear in other ways to. You stopped greeting me when I came home. You tried to avoid sleeping in the same bed. You didn’t care about anything I had to say.

Still, I supported you through nursing school. I paid the bills, and watched the baby, bending my schedule around yours in every possible way. I suspected it was your escape plan, but I took a chance on it anyway. I figured it was best to give you the option and see where it went. I didn’t say anything about you going out while I stayed at home with the baby, and let you have your space. You quit your job again, and took a job that kept you out all night and burdened our family more, and I said little. Then after three weekends of you not even coming home to sleep, I checked your phone, to find out you were courting another man. You told me it would get better. You told me to just hold on a little longer and you would come around. My family even paid for a cruise to try to help rekindle our marriage.

Then I caught you cheating on me a second time. Again you said it would be OK. You said that you loved me, and that you were in it for the long haul, and I tried to believe that. I tried to live with the coldness. I told myself that married couples don’t always connect, and that staying together was what was best for the baby, even if I wasn’t happy.

Then like clock work you graduated, got a job, and told me you wanted a separation. As soon as you didn’t need me you left. Now you’ll take the investment I made in you to another family, and you’ll leave me to piece together what I am left with. I have to be thankful that you didn’t rape me for more on your way out. Thank you for not being malicious. I don’t think you ever planned any of this. I don’t think you are evil, but I do think you are selfish. I will always question how you felt about me, and what things I didn’t catch you at. I don’t trust you, and I never will. I regret ever meeting you, and the foolish trust I gave you.
 
The moral of the story kids is don't invest in people. They will fuck you even if they don't mean to.
 
I feel you my friend. I really do.

She used you, plain and simple.

This may be better suited to a thread devoted to this kind of thing though.

<3
 
Brenna,

There's 2 parts to me, my heart and my head, constantly fighting over you.
The only thing is, my heart's got the upper-hand, and it wants you so badly.

I love how we started talking a lot lately, it's been really nice and I've missed it so much.
I really liked how you asked me to kiss you, for our first kiss even after all of those years after our highschool "dating" breakup
I really love walking the long way to my destination so I can catch a glimpse of you.
I really love the how cute you are.
I really love the idea of us getting back together.
I really love how you give me those little hints everynow and then, that you still have some interest in me.
I love how you stop in your tracks and smile even if I have to say the smallest thing.
I really love how you tried so hard, and I'm sorry I couldn't see that at the time.


I know we had our chance those years ago, and you broke it off.
I hate how you give me those good vibes one day, and then resent me the next.
I hate how you make me feel 90% of the time.
I hate how everything reminds me of you.
I hate how you make me nervous.
I hate how I can never stop thinking about you.
I hate how I have to plan my days to keep you off my mind.
I hate how cute you are.
I hate how I see other guys talk to you.
I hate that rush I get when I think about you.
I hate how in the middle of a wank you seem to pop into my imagination and I have to push you out of it (I'll cut this line out.)
I hate that I know we'll never work out.
I hate how you told me about those sexual acts. (big exhale, in... hold.....and out. Aaaah)
I hate that it got the point of me blocking websites where I could read your status/photos.
I hate knowing that I can't have you.
I hate spending time reading up love stories when I told myself I wouldn't do that shit anymore.
I hate having to write "You're better off" on my hand one those days where you're in my head.
I hate knowing I can't hug you for hours on end.
I hate thinking that there's still a chance left for us.
I hate knowing that tomorrow morning I'll see you again, like most days of the week.
I hate thinking about you with another man.

I've spent the past year fantasizing about us being back together again, we've hugged, kissed and made progress, your body language says you love me, yet your words say different, that you don't want a relationship.
It's terrible, it just makes me feel so bad.
The past year of fantasizing I tried to stop it in it's tracks this past month, and I just can't do it.
From this point on, I'm going to fantasize about you as much as I want, I'll listen to music and cry over you.
I have a feeling I've been going about this completely the wrong way, I'll walk slowly on the way home whilst listening to music, thinking of you.

I give in, I'm going to ride this one out, who knows where we'll go.


And,

I hate that I love you,
J
 
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chelsee

you are the most amazing girl i have ever met. i love you more than i ever thought was possible to love anything. the 13 or 14 months we've spent together i will never forget.

we are engaged and have been for about a year now. over the past year we have been through more in a short time than a lot of people ever go through. i still think about our abortion almost every day. deaths of close friends. jail.

we are both a little crazy. we got so strung out together we should have died. and we kicked it and got on our feet. just to fall back down.

truthfully, i 100% believe we can recover. but i feel like i want this more than you do. i make sacrifices as do you, but i feel like you are starting to resent me and act out because of it. you lie. a lot. you disregard how i feel. i hate you when you do that. i hate it when i feel like your being a whore. you begging for dope money at gas stations disgusts me.

you have no balls. you cant suffer to keep your self respect. id rather be sick all day than sacrifice my principles.

if you want this to work you have to change. so do i. something were doing now is NOT working. drugs are a big part. is our trust that far gone. i believe we have always stayed faithful but i do not believe you are 100% innocent when i am not around.

i need you to prove to me your in this for the long haul. MAKE ME BELIEVE. if you continue to sketch me out, im gone, for real, for good. ill be leaving the state. and just like we say to each other, nobody else will love u like i do.

i love you and i hope you find it in you to fight for us.

taylor
 
I'll provide a loving and supportive environment during this period of time where you get your emotions and thoughts collected.
You need to figure out your path. I have got my plan and you are in it.

I hope we will continue to grow and change together.

If we cannot follow the same path, I am okay with that truth too.
 
Hey.
It's been over a year. We've gone through a lot.. some of the best and worst moments of my life were with you. Even after all the shit we went through, I can now safely say it only made us stronger, seeing as we are finally once again good friends. And perhaps it should have just stayed that way in the beginning. But either way, I am just so glad that I had the experience. At this moment in time, I'm glad to have you around to support me, teach me new things, make me laugh, and make me feel comforted. I feel so safe with you.
I still love you. But it's different this time around. I'm comfortable with the fact that we'll probably be seeing other people, and that you may not share the same feelings that I do. I'm just happy to be your friend. If you're happy, then I am happy. No matter what the situation. I would sacrifice many things just to see a smile on your face, because even if it meant never speaking to you again, your smile would still warm my heart.
And now where are we headed? You've been quite affectionate to me lately. I know to be more careful, but I still can't help but feel butterflies when I'm with you and you slowly inch your hand closer to mine, and hesitantly intertwine our fingers together. And I feel so content when I'm wrapped in your big safe arms as I drift off to sleep, breathing in your scent. I'm still afraid, though. I know not to expect much else. I know that we may not progress past this point, but that's fine with me.
I promise that this time, we will do things differently- the way things should have been. And no matter what, I'll always be here for you. You're the only person that has ever made me feel this way. It sounds so fucking dumb, but I don't even care how soppy this letter sounds. It's how I feel.
Please stay safe, babe.
 
Dear *****

We had something that could have been more than a fling on my dime.

Maybe one day our paths will cross again, and we can take a nice hot shower together. Then I will fly back home to me and mine.

Take care, and brush yo' hair.

:)
 
dear j,

sometimes i hate our weird relationship and wish we acted more like a normal married couple. but other times i like it. i just wish you would make an effort to be a bit more thoughtful.
 
dear whore,
I really dont believe you. trade 20 years and our happy family for what? a big dick bob? "oh- the passion!" you try to justify. well, you know what? a hot flame does 2 things. burns fast and leaves scars. have fun with that
So i would probably get over it well enough if it weren't for the boys. and the older two, they are gonna be fine. they are already on their path, this will just serve as a life lesson for them. it is baby boy. you fucking cunt. wait until i move 4000 miles away, finally start to build something good for us, and when i am ready to move you all over with me, drop this shit on me? so i traded my family for this opportunity here, but i am welcome to walk away from this good fucking job if i want to see my kids more than once a year? go back to minimum wage hell?
And little man tells me he wants to move out with me, but you wont let him? you think he is better off there? oh, thats right. the needs of everyone in your life get trumped by what you want, right?
and you dont even care enough to make him go to school every day. you are right, school is not important. especially if you plan to be a piece of garbage your whole life. but if you want to do, oh, anything real, maybe you want to start with an education. but probably a good idea to hold your children back, make sure they spend their lives in the same meager existence you have settled on for yourself.
It makes me fucking sick. the only consolation is that I am certain that sancho will drive your life into a shithole where you can no longer deny that you are unable to care for the kids, and will let little man come out where he can achieve something. i just fear that a child welfare agency will get involved before that happens. i guess if that is what it takes, so be it.
one of the things i am having problems with here is that you caused a new emotion to exist in my psyche. hate. that is such a foreign feeling for me. brand new, really. but i am learning. learning to hate you, to hate jody. completely. rot in fucking hell.
 
Dear 'Brent'

How goes it big guy? All that Winstrol and hitting the gym make you a big bad enough dude to leave a black eye on my friend 'S'? You think that shits cool? What the fuck you think it proves huh? Really?
That you are an abusive, ingratiful asshole, that's all. She love[d] you. She paid your rent, She did everything for you while you spent her money on coke, roids, gym memberships and fucking hair grease. Sad thing is, I know you feel entitled to it, cause 'real men' do that, rite?

Wrong. I do not give a fuck if you got 25lbs on me. I really don't. All the fighting you've ever done is drunk punch ups at the snooker hall and hitting 'S'... I've done a little more serious fighting in my day old chap.

I hate to use chiche's but I feel two are fitting We do not forget, We do not forgive, expect us.

and [referring to her apt] If I EVER see you around here again-you die.
 
I operate at a level that you may never fathom.

How could I have been so blind? weak and delusional?

Because I'm a stubborn idealist with a penchant for almost full disclosure. My boundaries are very loose and free. You felt that was a weakness you could not respect, so you attempted to capitalize on my attempts to see through your facade.

Why I let my lessers play stupid games that I see almost completely through is beyond me.

I think I may be a computer that is writing its own code at the quantum level of abstraction. One day my program will be ready for full time use. And what a powerful program it will be.

:p






:D
 
Dear harts,

Since the first time I saw you I was in complete and utter awe. I let all this time pass without ever talking to you, but now is the time. I know what we could be. You are funniest, sexiest, most down to earth person I have ever laid eyes on and not many can see that side of you. I hope what comes in the future will be US in the future. If not, this letter is for you, letting you know that there is someone who cares for you more than you could imagine.

Let life take its courses, because there are many to take.

-T
 
To AMY
Don't you ever fucking talk to me again, don't expect that you can burn me with a torch lighter and get away with it. And stay away from my sister.. honestly what goes through your head to make you think that it's okay to do the things that you have done to me and continue to do? I'm not going to be your victim any longer
- D
 
i hate that youre not around

i hear the echo of your laugh cascading down thoughts when something triggers a memory. the simpsons at high volume, i think ive brained my damage. blazing saddles...
all the good ones are dead. you, g-ma, uncle david...the people i came from and it pisses me off that i missed out on some bitchin stories from the 70's. in five years ive thought up a million questions to ask you. im loving history as was your influence and dammit youre suppose to be at your house so i can call you and ask you about WWII this and the A bomb that. where were you when and how much this did this cost then? did you really have a 409 when the song came out or were you just joking around? these things are important dammit and youre either some where i cant see or completely gone. either way you told me you would try to send me messages and i cant decipher them with my over active imagination if there are any to begin with.
i just miss you, dad.
 
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