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i'd love to lambast you for how you treated my friend but you're fragile and couldn't handle it.

Dear people who I've upset. (Anywhere, anytime).

I'm dreadfully sorry I have upset you. I do that sometimes even though most of the time I never intend to upset anyone. Sometimes it has been known when I've been hurt that I have on the moment intended to say something hurtful, but this is because I was upset.
I have since grown out of this mostly.
Please, please, please... If you see something that I say or write that upsets you, I rarely ever intend to upset anyone. Please laugh it off and forgive me. Thanks.

To You --

You divorced me to marry the boyfriend you had been sleeping with. You took the kids, the house, and all of our joint savings. Your boyfriend convinced my employer to dismiss me. I was left homeless, jobless, and (thanks to your public histrionics) friendless, as well.

After 30+ years of practically no contact, I find out that you are a cancer survivor, a diabetic, and in the first stages of senile dementia or "Alzheimers".

You may think I should feel something ... but, no ... I feel only a slight sense of irritation that you should have your cousin "accidentally" mention all of this (and more) when he "accidentally" bumped into me near my office (he lives and works 2000 miles away ... some "accident", huh?). Why should I feel anything else?

At least I can derive some joy from the fact that I "dodged the bullet", so to speak, because it is your husband (not me) who gets stuck with your medical bills and funeral expenses after you're gone.

You ruined my life, and I had to start over from nothing. No thanks to you, I was able to recover (and then some) from poverty in the intervening years -- I'm only thankful that you had no part in any of that, whatsoever.

Die or die not. There are no tears.

-- From Me.

I forgive all of you for misunderstanding me but I'm leaving. Probably not leaving WP but I can afford to abandon my life now & it seems like the feeling is mutual.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Don't assume the ages of strangers, I'm 31. Also in a world where autistic people can't get work and rich boys get to be pm and president and pms who shut down parliament - I really personally don't care if our local kids decide to skip school or not. Not like they're guaranteed work anyway. I was a swot with good grades and an MA and I got so few interviews.

Dear sadistic psychopathic evil fickers

I wish you would stop, we are going backwards now, its reducing a freedom we have cherished. Freedom from fear. That stupid poxy fear is returning, no one wants it, that is no one in their right mind. This crap doesnt represent us, both sides.

I hope im right that we (not ye) can pull together and not be divided again.

Me

Dear Me. I don't know what to do. From Me.

Dear You,

I'm going to miss you so much that I'm in shutdown mode just thinking about your departure. I'm sorry if I can't express it verbally or if I go mute like a hunk of cement when we talk about your travel. You bring so much joy to the family and you always have, it's hard to picture another Christmas without you home. Last night I was thinking that Grampy would be so proud of you. I'm sure he'd be astonished, as we all are, about your tenacity and your talent. We are so honoured that you came into our lives and made them sing.

I'm sure that you'll land on your feet but I want those feet to bounce you back soon, so we can see you again. We will all miss you more than we can say.

I love you to the moon and back.

Auntie Me

I never saw your niceness before, I didn't recognise you were being nice to me. I'm sorry I was so horrible and messed you about, so many times. It was destructive.

I'm really sorry if my need for solitude ever detracted from what you needed. I'm not even really sure how to phrase this.

I miss my friend & I hope she's in a good place.

_________________
"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Hey K,

You're brilliant, you're gonna figure this out, and you got this no problem.
Get it, girl.

-You

Dear You,

So what? We all have problems. What makes yours so special?

From Me.

Dear humans,

I have been stereotyped into a box full of computers where almost nobody I know ever visits.

I think that's lame.

-cberg

_________________
"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Dear Myself,


A huge and growing part of me looks back and asks;

"What is the point of those rants? I understand letting things out, but what exactly IS the point? I mean, yeah, feeling it, but... You do know you can let it go, right?"

But then... The pride and anger was rather deep then. I won't forget those lessons. Now there is lingering guilt, there is attachment, and there is fear.

Worry not, for in due time you'll figure it out. We'll clean the closets together.


Sincerely yours, Yourself.

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Dear You,

Well, we finally got tired of your "Can't get a date" routine and arranged for you to meet a decent, intelligent, and good-looking woman.

You acted like a total jerk or a complete idiot (maybe both), implying that "all women" engage in just about every act of immorality from rampant promiscuity to being "Black Widows". The poor girl was nearly in tears when she finally walked out.

If this is the way you treat women, then it no longer surprises any of us that you have no girlfriend. From now on, your complaints of loneliness will fall on deaf ears. May the next woman to see your naked body be the County Coroner.

Good riddance to you!

Me (on behalf of Us)

Say sorry. Tell her you get on tangents etc. The right one will understand.

Tell her it was not personal.

You may rescue things yet. So don't give up.

And even if this is a fish who got away... There are more coming. Keep your eyes open!