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Dear In-Laws

I hold you two personally responsible for everything that happened.

I hope you realize that with your fear-driven demands, your inaccurate and unfair judgments of me, and your sky-high ambitions for your precious baby boy, the two of you have ruined his marriage. I don't think I will ever be able to forgive the things that were done or said. Damage has been done to me, my family, and your grandchildren that can't be undone.

I won't say it's ALL your fault, but you definitely had a hand in it.

Your bullying and your BS are not appreciated. You have poisoned your son into an insecure, uncompassionate control freak. Your ambitions destroyed you and left you in the place you are in today. I will not let that happen to my family.

I do not mind you moving in. I understand that it's necessary, and I was raised to do my duty.

Please remember that it was YOU who stood in the way of that duty when it was MY family in need. Please understand that I have not forgotten-- will never forget, and may never be able to forgive-- that. Please understand that, while your input is welcome, you will not dictate how I am to run my house, raise my children, or relate to my husband.

Your precious baby boy is 33 years old. He has a pubescent daughter. My father stopped protecting me when I was 21. MOVE ON.

Speaking of your precioius baby boy-- Do you two ever wonder why you have 4 kids, but only one who visits??

Love,
The Whiny, Selfish b***h Your Son Married

Why would you be friends with people as horrible as them, and not me?

Dear ________,

I wish you wouldn't make promises that you cannot keep.

- J

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Dear you,

The past always cuts a little. I cast my thoughts on the wind sometimes, and wonder where they will land. The breeze is intermittent and can be volatile, but flows invisibly. Precious few can ground themselves in freefall, and I am one to cling to the earth. I can feel the imprint of my toes and see where I have stood, and mark my travels in the mud. If I wet my finger only to find stillness, I can bury down and know I exist.

Love,
Me

dear m-


why???????????

J - seriously? Give up already. Everybody already knows. Not to mention K has told everyone just how it happened.

Y - mistake number 1: lying to me, multiple times. Mistake number 2: lying *about* me to everyone else. Everyone knows it didn't happen, because unbeknownst to you, I never slept that night. You are going to regret the day you were born now.

L - do not try to tell me how I should be behaving. I go there for completely different reasons than you do. Even better: butt the hell out, it's none of your business.

G - dude, what the hell? Why? I thought I might actually be able to trust you. Since it's only the once, I am going to be very careful around that general area of life with you from now on. If it was a miscommunication or mistake of words, I am going to find out and all will be well. But if I find out it's true and you ever do it again outside of that, may god have mercy on your soul.

S - thank god, I think you are the closest thing to the sane one we have at the moment. Which is not good, because you are not that sane.

M - I can't tell if you just do that with all of them or if it means something else. Tread carefully. He's the closest thing you have to a true friend here.

R: dude, talk more. Seriously. And stop wearing those shirts, they're not helping you in your mission. Neither is the not talking thing by the way.

Dear Shula,
Thank you for trying to make me feel better. If I ever say I don't want to talk to anyone or that I hate my family, I'm not including you. You always greet me joyfully, you're always there when I'm unhappy, you never lie and you never notice my lack of social skills. The big difference between you and the rest of my family is that you're a dog and they're not, but you'd think they might be a bit more understanding.
Love,
Me
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Dear Family,
We can't choose our families. That's why I'm here.
Me
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Dear A
The first problem is the education system and the teachers, not me. The other problem is me. Or at least, it's my problem. Sort of. But thank you for being concerned and showing an interest.
Me

Dear Cousin,

You are a complete and total b***h.

You like me so much because I do not dare to voice disagreement with you or tell you no. I am paying for your goodwill, and you're too self-absorbed and entitled to realize it.

I will probably continue to buy your goodwill for the next twelve years, because your kid seems to be OK, and my kid likes him. After the boys turn 18, though, it's f**k YOU.

Daddy didn't turn his back on you people because Mom turned him against you. Daddy turned his back on you people because he finally realized you were using him, and he had enough other people in his life that he didn't have to pay-per-service for your company any more.

Grandma doesn't have meltdowns and panic attacks to get attention-- though it really wouldn't hurt if you'd pay attention to her at other times. Grandma has meltdowns and panic attacks because she's in the late stages of dementia and can no longer suppress or conterbalance a lifetime of earning the very air she breathes and having no self-esteem. Maybe you've noticed that she looks at things and does not see them, or that she keeps asking to "Go upstairs to bed" in a ONE-STORY HOUSE?!?! YEAH. GET IT?!?!

You epitomize the saying, "Being socially skillful does not make you prosocial."

I am glad you are successful in life. I hope you stay that way.

Notwithstanding, YOU SUCK.

Love,
Your Former Patsy

Dear faker,

This is a fake letter and you are fake.

If you are reading this which I expect you are, then don't fear anything - yet. I know who you are and the truth unbeknown to some is out there biding its time, waiting , waiting ..with unbroken anticipation of a formal loss.
Break the news>? what - to you?
never.

Live and let die

from,

Goldfinger

Dear you,

If you want to break up with me after we have dated for 3 years, please don't do it in an email one week after you told me that you want to set the date for our wedding.

Sometimes I wonder if I am just a moron. Seriously, I think I missed something somewhere.

Regards
-Fern

Thank you so much for forcing me to see the truth, that pure unadulterated evil does exist. that its very core and essence exists in your body, your thoughts, your soul. Am I saying you are Satan himself? Absolutely not. You are his personal trainer, his mentor,his idol.
It was over 40 years ago that you vowed that your purpose in life was to destroy mine. I was the family traitor because I would not participate in further destroying the life of the little girl you brought to our home and my brother brutally and savagely raped[Karen was 13 years old. He was 22 years and 5 months old. It was Saturday, May 6th, 1972.] I spent over an hour cleaning up the blood. When she ended up pregnant Dad sold most of his stocks to pay her family off so that they wouldn't prosecute him for rape.[ that is why dad did not retire in cherry Hills at 50 years old and no longer had money] you were so angry that "the slut" got so much of "our" money. [much more than you knew]you vowed revenge. There were only days of school left before summer and you told me that you and mom and my brother had decided we needed to spend the last 3 days of school spreading horrible rumors about karen. i refused, because, as ussual, I was the family traitor. I was so horrified when Kevin raped that little girl. I couldn't stop crying. But I have to admit, when I first found out that she was pregnant, as upset as I was i remember thinking that at least for once there was no way I could be the one being blamed for someone elses actions. But I was still the one blamed
Every time I was tortured and beaten by my family I always made excuses for all of them, especially you. Did you know that I still have scars on my arms from when you would decide to " sharpen my claws." i would put my arms out at your command because you would tell me that you would tell mom that I had kicked you in the stomach if I didn't obey. I NEVER EVER kicked you in the stomach, but you still always said I did, and you would watch with that disgusting smirk on your face as I was kicked in the stomach and had my head smashed against the wall.
l could give thousands of examples of your cruelty[and my parents and siblings] but it wasn't until that one day you swore to destroy my life.
I remember I laughed. I had no idea that 40 years later that you would still be relentlessly trying to destroy me. In particular I had no idea that your plan to destroy me was by destroying everyone I love. I have so much more to say but I need to calm myself down.

You are a disappointment. Best I live in reality.

Dear you,
I am good at maths and science. That does not mean I am good at English. When you look up Asperger's Syndrome, you will see that we can have trouble with metaphors and reading between the lines. So AS explains yet another one of my problems. I am not a genius. I just think differently.
Me