You, as a person, are great. We have an amazing relationship. You're my best friend and we have a ton of fun and really good sex.
But come on... I offer to proofread and edit your papers because I like to do it. I like helping you, yes, but I mostly like editing and writing. I know English isn't your first language. I know you're from Central America, and you've had a moderately tumultuous relationship with your family, but you cannot seriously believe the things you wrote about in that paper that I proofread tonight, can you? How do you justify American citizens paying for illegal immigrants health care? Why exactly should I pay for the healthcare of an illegal child, when I myself cannot afford a dentist appointment or a check-up at the doctor? Your insanely liberal, ridiculously demanding approach to hand-outs and government help for low socioeconomic immigrants is offensive to me.
Not to mention that your grammar and attention to detail in this rough-draft were laughable, at best.
I credit myself here, for not saying these things to you via text, or email, or on the phone. I'm confessing them to BL, and I feel like I'm making progress: being an asshole, still, but not to you directly, but to the internet.
Please let this be my release for pent-up feelings of grammar-nazi-ism and loathing for ultra-liberal immigrant love. I love you, your culture, and your family, but I will never agree with your political views.
I just pray that I don't say these things to your face.
Love,
M.