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Dear Open Letter Thread,

Please don't disappear. Page 18 was scary enough.

I need you around so I can post gripes that might be misinterpreted by newbies in General...

Because there isn't a forum for jaded veterans to get all crusty about the poor folks who really are trying their best to cope.

Trying to be patient,

TH

Dear Trusted..

Thank you for resurrecting the catharsis.

Dear OL..

The frustration that accompanies the lack of understanding has ways of reducing me to a mindless heap of second guessing/self doubt on most days.

But, this day... this day I have successfully pushed my belligerent button.

Ahh.. belligerence is the divinity of slow sticky molasses brewed candies.

High fructose corn syrup has nothing on the subtle stickiness of divinity.

Would that the ones that project the most bitterness should be showered in sugar laden sweetness.

I could only hope that it would somehow have an osmotic effect and temper their personalities for the better..

or in laymens terms?

Chill the fuck out and quit judging me because your bitterness is in dire need of some introspection.

~c.

Thank heavens OL is back in action

Dear....oh the hell with the dear crap.

One day!! One day of sun and I wake up this morning and it is fucking raining again!!! A month and a half of rain...one day of sun...and now rain again!!! I am sick of it. I am molding, my yard looks like an abandoned lot. I am so sick of the fucking rain I could throw up!!

Can't change the weather? Well I call on the SI Mojo to pound the skies until every single raindrop is sent to West Africa or some other parched arid country that needs it because this soggy, pissed Oregon gal has had quite enough already.

Sincerely??

Oh hell no, I am not sincere, sweet, nice, compliant or even close. Let's leave it at...

Fuck you rain, clouds and cold!

Dear powers that be that are sitting in their fucking cubicle totally removed from anything remotely resembling the real world,

Because of a few gravy grabbers and a couple of bad apples you have taken away everyone's rice bowl. Really fucking stupid. Now myself and the other real workers on the team have no work and many are so pissed that they have already started applying for new jobs.

You don't fuck with people's rice bowl. Really stupid. I am taking the day and weekend off. Fire me.

Sincerely,

Screwed by the really intellegent idiots.

Dear Tryingtwo,

I'm truly sorry about the weather in your state. I fear that it is my fault.

XH's full time mistress (and part time chronic lunch lady lived/lives) in NNE WHORE-gon.

Many years ago I cursed her with a black cloud and eternal rains to follow her all the days of her life.

Apparently my powers are confirmed now but my accuracy and pin pointing could use some work.

Sorry 'bout that.

Dear OL,

I don't know where to start.I'm in some kind of a funk.

Foty and twatzilla were in town this past wknd. Near as I can figure, she's been on the truck with him for sometime.

This and a combination of other recent things and some not so recent have got me to thinking.

I want to know just what is the whole point of my life?

It's sucked the big one pretty much the whole time.

And it still continues to get worse.

I don't want or expect unicorns or magic fairies.

I just want a normal life with some peace and happiness in it.

I got to thinking the other day after they left town.

Obviously he's moved on.I'm just garbage he's dumped and left behind.His life is good. Mine is in ruins.And no matter how hard I work on my issues and everything else, I don't seem to be making any progress.

This is very exhausting and draining.

I wish I'd never M him.I wish I'd never met him or had kids with him.

He's pretty much abandoned our son.Like he did me.

And if I'd never M him,I would've never lost a child.

I could've had kids with a different man.

I could've built a life with a different man.

Why can't I move on as easily as he did?

Now I'm having some health issues.(something else to work on...grrrrrrrr)

I look like hell and I feel like hell.

Somehow I feel like these are also related to everything from the past few years.

And now I'm having problems with my son.I have no idea what to do about this or who to talk to.

My son is the only good thing in my life right now.

And now I think that's on the road to destruction too.

I can't help but think he wouldn't be like this if he'd had a good father figure in the house.I really feel like he doesn't need me anymore.

So back to my question.

What is the purpose of my life?

What's the point?

Why should I continue to chew against the restraints?

How much longer do I have to suffer this miserable existence?

I've given and given all my life.

When do I get some back?

Where do I go from here?

Why should I continue trying?

Dear HB,

I love you!

I send you something, okay..make you smile!

Ria

Oh my black furred claw one,

Bread products are not stalking material.

I understand that you are pissy with me for not letting you out to get to the feathered toys, however that doesn't mean that sandwiches, waffles and crackers replace them.

Thanks

Your morning springboard

Dear asker-of-questions-on-SI,

The answer is usually yes.

Yes, it's too soon.

Yes, that's a red flag.

Yes, you put up with too much.

Yes, it's normal to feel that way.

Yes, the 180 works. It's just that it works on you, and for you, not on anyone else.

Yes, if you ask if it's a bad idea, it probably is.

I'm so thankful for the patient people who actually answer all those notes. I promise I will again, too. Someday.

Thank you,

TH

Dear OL,

I chewed against the restraints today.

HB

Dear OL,

I'm glad to see you back.

Just want to say....

"Wow, what a life."

~me~

Dear OL,

Same shit, different shovel.

[This message edited by Heartless Bytchh at 9:20 AM, July 8th (Thursday)]

Dear HB,

(((Hugs)))

Dear black furry clawed one,

I think I have mentioned that bread products are not stalking material, nor are things made with processed sugar. You are hyper enough. And no, looking at me like that is not going to make me change my mind, and neither is clawing my furniture or my leg.

Thanks!

The morning springboard turned toesnack.

Dear parents of son's friend:

just because some kind of new Xbox came out doesn't mean you have to immediately run out and buy your kid a new one, but what you do in your home is your business.

However, your allowing your son to give MY son his old xbox should not have been done without MY permission.

He came home and hooked it to the upstairs TV where he attempted to spend hours in isolation including sneaking out of bed at night and playing until all hours of the night.

Per my son's counselor, the video game system is to stay in the FAMILY ROOM, and there are to be TIME LIMITS.

So I have ordered my son to give back said xbox. If you don't want it, might I suggest needy children, the children's ward at a hospital or a church group.

Dear son:

I don't care if it is free xbox. We already have an xbox, and we don't need two.

But since you argued with me and acted like a disrespectful little teenaged punk, you can spend the next week reading books while you don't use the xbox.

Apparently you missed the memo that this is MY house, and I am your parent. If you don't have anything nice to say, shut your mouth.

PS. I called your father, and he says he doesn't need the free xbox either, and quit telling me stories that he allegedly said because you know I'm going to call to ask.

I still love you, even though you are behaving like a punk ass, bratty, mouthy teenager. I will love you until the day I die, but please straighten up and fly right so I don't burst an aneurism in the process.

Your mom.

[This message edited by willowiris at 5:33 PM, July 9th (Friday)]

Dear Gods of Driving Test:

I will be taking my 16 year old daughter for her driving test tomorrow morning so that she may obtain a real driver's license.

Forgive me for the schizo request, however:

Please let her pass the test so that she can take yet another step toward responsibility, freedom and adulthood. I got my license the very day I was able. I so know the feeling of freedom it provides. She's a responsible young lady and she deserves this.

On the other hand....in a totally selfish way, I wouldn't be totally crushed if she didn't pass. There are crazies out there on the road who drive....well....like I do. But they don't have nearly as much invested in this young person as I do. And, really...it seems as though these milestones keeping rolling in faster than I can emotionally deal with them. Someone needs to slow them down.

Thank you. And you'll be hearing from me again in about 3 years.

-K

[This message edited by Kuwaited at 9:38 PM, July 9th (Friday)]

Dear Crazy Honking Driver,

Let's revisit the situation that caused you to lay on your horn for what seemed like ten minutes in front of my house yesterday:

I was getting ready to pull into my driveway.

Wolflet's friend, a fairly inexperinced driver, was pulling out - crusing down the driveway, looking both ways for traffic and so near the end of my one-car-width driveway, that my pulling in at that moment would surely have caused a crash.

It's a busy street - an Ohio State Route and the main road through this once-small town (I'm sure you're a newcomer).

My turn signal was on. I stopped and turned on my flashers, giving her time to pull out when the oncoming lane cleared.

What - exactly - was wrong with this? Was it necessary to act like such an idiot? Were you really in that much of a hurry?

Wolf

Dear gods of music,

Why is it that the first 3 covers of a song miss the pain and depth of feeling? Including the original artist, no less. Sacrificing feeling in order to achieve pop musicality.

Yet decades later, along come 2 artists who seem to have lived the pain, more even than Bill Withers did.

Your love is like a chunk of gold

Hard to get and hard to hold

Like a rose that's soft to touch

Love has thorns, they hurt so much

Oh why, why

Must the same love made me laugh make me cry ?

Well, you think of love as sitting on a mountain

You think of it being a great big rock

Won't you think before you start rolling down

Because once you start, you can't make a stop

I've given all that I've got to give

And if you don't want me, I don't want to live

So why, why

Must the same love made me laugh make me cry ?

Must the same love made me laugh make me cry ?

Must the same love made me laugh make me cry ?

Janis Siegel and Will Oldham get it.

Thanks,

TH.

Dear Summer,

Slow down. Vacation is much better than working. Besides, I'm so not ready to say goodbye to the kid yet.

Thanks,

Relaxed Mom

Dear Black Furry Clawed One,

*sigh* You really want to become some guitar strings don't you.

Something about my shoes is like catnip to you. They are my shoes and growling at me then running off dragging one behind you pleases me as much as your interest in my waffles.

Thanks

Your morning toe-chew.