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Post by wes1179 on Apr 27, 2011 16:58:04 GMT -8
Dear Asshat,
Go sit on a red hot iron poker and rotate. You were a worthless piece of shit when we dated, so why the Hell do you think I will help you out now. I don't care about your problems with your daughter. She was the spawn of Satan when we were together and from all accounts she's killed Satan now and taken over. So go fuck yourself and while your at it let your pedophile roommate fuck your daughter.
Wes
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Post by juniper on Apr 29, 2011 23:28:17 GMT -8
Dear M,
Don't ask the fucking question if you aren't prepared for the fucking answer. We've both said "no relationship" so what's it to you if I say that, yes, I'd go back to the last guy I was in a relationship with under the right circumstances? You asked, I answered.
I also explained that the right circumstances were statistically improbable, and included an apology from one who doesn't give them, the possible annihilation of most of the Earth's population, and me not being with anyone else at the time.
Now, benefit of the doubt time: Maybe, after corresponding at least once, usually twice, daily for two weeks, something came up that you can't get back to me in a week's time, but your timing is a bit suspicious.
I messaged you again tonight. Reply, or not. Your loss if not.
J
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Post by winterwhispers on May 11, 2011 23:14:15 GMT -8
Dear Fibromyalgia:
FUCK YOU with a firey hot poker. I hate you for taking away my physical ambition to accomplish the ideas in my head. Today was kind of an eff you with working in my yard, but you're an evil bitch and you slapped me back so hard my head was spinning. I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you. But I am strong, and I REFUSE to let you win! So there.
Heidi
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Post by juniper on May 17, 2011 0:02:07 GMT -8
Dear J,
WTH are you thinking, you aren;t denying your ex his kid, you're denying your kid her father. You are hurting D, this is true, but you're hurting your child, too. Do you not get that? And cute trick tonight, letting her call when you knew he'd be at work, and probably unable to answer.
He had the whole day off yesterday for his birthday, but when he called her, you wouldn't let her come to the phone. He hasn't spoken to her in over a month. He says you're a great mother. I disagree.
Grow up.
The woman you've never met, but who played more dolls with your daughter in a day than you have in a few months, apparently.
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Post by molly98 on May 17, 2011 21:40:31 GMT -8
Dear World:
This move is getting to be hard to deal with. I am trying really hard not to be afraid of the unknown. I know that I am leaving everything behind (my family, my friends, and everything I know). Do you think it can get easier? Could I get a hint of peace? Am I doing the right thing? I am scared that I might not make friends or that the transition will not go well. I know I have too many anxieties and questions. Do you blame me? Please help me make it one day at a time. Please let mid June come faster. Please help me be more brave. Please bring me back to me.
Thank you.
Respectfully yours,
Molly
P.S. I am grateful for everything!! <3
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Post by molly98 on May 18, 2011 23:07:50 GMT -8
Dear World:
Well I made it through my last official day in Seattle. I would have gotten through it without crying but when my mom started crying... well I completely lost it. Not once but twice. If I didn't keep looking at my son I wouldn't have made it. I had a good call with my DH and MIL today (2 separate calls). My DH said he would call me this weekend to touch basis. I got a confirmation that a week after my son and I leave he would be on his way. I can't tell you how much that warmed my heart. I posted a video on my blog and and a poem also. The only way I could let myself drain. All my friends/readers please keep me in your thoughts. Juniper can vouch that this has been intense with a capital "I".
Danke!
Molly
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Post by riotgirlheather on May 19, 2011 21:13:38 GMT -8
Dear Ryan,
Seriously? You think calling me a bad person and saying that you're moving are going to hurt me? I was just hanging out with you this last time as a distraction. Seriously. I was pretty much prepared for your instability to take over and destroy what was left of our friendship. Honestly Darlin', it was fun while it lasted, but I'm looking for a real man, not a boy in a man's body. Have a nice life. I really do hope you move to New Jersey, although I pity the females up there that have to deal with you.
Have a Nice Life, Heather
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Post by wes1179 on May 20, 2011 16:43:44 GMT -8
Dear Life,
Please, please, please quit slapping my family in the face. We are tired of this year already. Can you please find someone else to go bug for a little bit. How about going after the Westboro Baptist idiots huh? They need to be taken down a rung or two.
FML, Wes
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Post by riotgirlheather on Jun 4, 2011 20:23:53 GMT -8
Dear Ryan (Again),
What is your deal? I do care about you, even though you've given me a myriad of reasons why I shouldn't. I think you really need to get your meds straightened out so that you are one person all the time instead of the sweet one (Ryan), and the uber jerk (Twinkie - nickname he hates -sidenote). If I knew which one was really you, I would know whether you really do care about me as well. If you are really Ryan, you are a caring, sweet guy who makes me smile. If you're really Twinkie, well, you are a jerk and we have a fucked up relationship like the couple in Love the Way You Lie and Love the Way You Lie Part Two.
One minute everything's great, I care about you and you care about me and we're just hanging out and having a good time. The next you are a complete jerk and I find myself crying and us deleting each other from friend lists. When are you going to figure out who the hell you are and what the hell you want? It breaks my heart that you don't even seem to know. I know you care about me, I've heard the concern in your voice and I've seen it in your eyes. I know it's not just a delusion on my part. I really, really wish you would get it straightened out so we can see which of you that you really are.
It could be worse, there could be three of you. Like me.
Kisses, Heather/Harley/RiotGirl (looong story)
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Post by molly98 on Jun 4, 2011 21:54:12 GMT -8
Dear ___:
Did you really think your words wouldn't hurt me? Did you really think I wouldn't feel so empty inside. I have been working hard without a complaint. Do I even get a "thank you" or "gosh I am so glad that___." Its a simple thing really. There is only so much I can deal with right now. Only so much I can do without wanting to cry. Will you ever really understand? Fine have it your way (as usual). There I go no complaining. I keep hoping you would notice me. Care about my feelings. Don't tell to me not explain things. If I can't explain things how am I suppose to tell you what I am thinking... what I am feeling. I am not a damn robot. I am a human being. If I try to help I do it wrong. If I do my best its still wrong. If you think your so smart why do you even put up with me? Or better yet why do I put up with you when you act this way? Your stressed out? What about me? I may be the silent person... but I deal with things the best way I can. I can say things I may regret later. I don't want to do that because I do actually have a temper. No its not that time of the month temper. Its the I work so hard to make you happy make everyone happy and now I can't even get some positive feedback in my life temper. So yeah I am writing this to get it out of my system.
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Post by kmcm on Jun 5, 2011 14:42:35 GMT -8
Dear Heather,
He goes bye bye. Bullshit is not needed in your life.
Kari
Molly,
Tell them that you need a little support. If not, no dinner for them!
Kari
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Post by riotgirlheather on Jun 12, 2011 13:42:56 GMT -8
Dear Nece,
I am royally pissed at you. The more I think about what you did, the angrier I get. You have very likely ruined my chances with a very good guy because of your actions. It was *not* cool that you grabbed his ass and pretended it was me. It was royally not cool that, after I left, you told him that every time his ass was grabbed, it was me that did it. You totally ruined my one brave moment by your stupid asshattery. All I did was tell him that he is like, majorly attractive. You bitch. You probably ruined any chance I ever had with him. You have a boyfriend.
(I wish I had a middle finger smiley) Heather
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Ryan,
Seriously. Fuck you. You have no right to comment on my weight. Especially last night when I was seriously scared that you got me pregnant. (I'm not by the way) I had already lost eighteen, but then found out that I had gained ten back. You jerk. "If you lost fifty pounds, I'd date you." I've made it clear that this is just a friendship, but I don't even think it's that anymore. "I wish I could be the right guy for you." That is a cop out. If you were sober all the time, and accepted me, fat and all, like you do when you're sober, you could be. Well, not now. Friggin' jerk.
ARGH! Heather
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lizzybean
Figuring us out
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Post by lizzybean on Jun 12, 2011 18:40:13 GMT -8
Dearest husband,
I love you, I really, truly love you, so very much. But you need to get off your ass, man up, and go talk to the doc about getting snipped. I have had one child, and I cannot have another one. It will destroy me mentally and physically. I had postpartum depression last time so the likelihood of me having it again is seriously high. I can't take my meds while I'm pregnant, and me off meds is very bad. We also know that I can't be on any hormonal birth control because it messes with my bipolar disorder. I will not take any chances. If I get pregnant I will have to have an abortion and I think we can safely say that won't be good for my mental state either. You remember how hard it was on me when I had the miscarriages.
So man up and go talk to the damn doctor. I love you, but I will not have sex with you until you take some damn responsibility in this relationship. I refuse to get my tubes tied because it's more complicated with a longer recovery time than a vasectomy. I have already had 5 surgeries in my life and I don't think I should have to have any more, especially elective. I also don't think I should have to have any other procedure. Why should I be the one to take all the responsibility? I have done it thru-out our entire 5+ year relationship, it's your turn.
We're going to be together for another 60 years. I can live without sex, can you?
Your wife.
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Post by daisys on Jun 14, 2011 12:52:42 GMT -8
Dear Husband,
I have no best friend other than you. I have sooooo many acquaintances but not of the caliber needed when things go to shit. My family is next to non-existent and all my MIL (bless her heart) wants to do is pray.
I have a major life crisis that is impacting us both but because you are male it's not easy for you to commiserate with me on the level I need. I'm stuck on a message board that's like a surrogate family.
I'm afraid it will just seem like I'm looking for pity but I'm not, I'm just desperate to TALK about it. Desperate to know it's ok for ME to feel so hurt, even if others hurt worse, I know this inside but I really NEED to talk about this. I need to somehow affirm to myself that it's ok for me to be so angry, hurt and all without being told how it could be worse- I KNOW it could be and that causes guilt, that I shouldn't have a right to feel this way because others have dealt with worse.
I need to talk and I can't. I need to share a secret that's just emotionally killing me because I can't figure it all out and am tired of hearing how it could be worse. This is mine, right now. and the emotional pain is mine. right now. I'm allowed to hurt.
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Post by winterwhispers on Jun 15, 2011 19:12:51 GMT -8
Dear Wrist,
Really? REALLY? You had to go and be broken too? Because enough of my body isn't already damaged, you had to go and get yourself fucked up for the most ridiculous reason. Tossing a 5 pound pile of cardboard in the compactor?! Now I'm told I get to have an orthopedic MRI and see a hand surgeon. Fuck off. Seriously. Especially since you're my dominant side. F U C K Y O U!
Signed, Heidi
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