To my friend Liz:
You’re throwing your life away! I know you love your boyfriend, but I also know that he would NOT make the same sacrifices for you that you are about to make for him. Don’t give up on your dreams, don’t flush grad school down the toilet to follow a man who, honestly, will not be able to give you what you need. It’s stupid, it’s foolish, and you deserve better in life.
somehow, that doesn’t help.
S. - You really need to stop smoking pot. I mean it. I don’t have anything against smoking pot in general and I don’t think less of you for it, but when you smoke and drive and it makes you forget how wide your car is so you run it against the curb for five miles until you lose both hubcaps and blow both tires on that side, that should be a sign that you have a problem. If you really want to spend your little bit of extra money on dope, then at least don’t drive while you’re high.
C. - You really, really, really need to get help. I know you think you’re a bad-ass chick who can take on the world by yourself but admit it, sometimes you can’t do it alone. For the past three years I’ve been watching you raise your hackles and get uppity every time anyone tries to help you. Now you’re in jail. When you get out next week, you really need to get help before the troopers pick you up on another bench warrant.
K. - There’s a reason no one hangs out with you anymore. The reason is that you’re an annoying slob with the personality of a gumdrop. There are very few high school seniors or other people near your age who have any interest in talking to you about Pokemon.
To my younger sister:
I’m sorry you’ve become insane. I realize getting a divorce from the one person you ever actually dated was quite traumatic but you didn’t need to turn your venom on me just because he and I were very much alike. I supported you, was there for you, listened to you and reasoned with you. You shit on me. You were rude to my in-laws and were a bitch at my wedding. You’re rude to my lovely wife. All this I tolerated but yesterday you included my child in your bile-filled field of vision. You tried to get at me by showing a complete lack of concern for her health and you’ve finally made me hate you. Congratulations. You’re out, bitch. You’re no longer my sister. You make me sad and depressed at how low a human can sink but I’ve done all I can and I now wash my hands of you. Your kids I still love and will continue to shower with emotion but you’ll not see us at family events again if you’re there. May you someday find solace from what’s turned you into into a loveless piece of filth. You did this all to yourself.
To my parents, older sister and aunt:
Thank you for continuing to apologize to my wife and I for the bitch’s behaviour but it’s really not necessary. We’re okay and will continue to be. Instead, explain to me how a once good person can go so bad. Then help me pour all the chemicals from under the sink down her caustic throat in an attempt to correct the imbalace she’s suffering from. Then she’ll be better.
**Great Idea & Great Thread! **
**To the Sod Man **
It has been years since you laid the sod in front of my huge office window. Years since I have gazed upon your muscular, tanned Adonis like build. It has been years since I jumped up like a school girl to offer to show you were the spicket (sp?) was and actually *gasp * got to touch your broad, strong, tanned, shoulder. You were shy, sweet and I would like to think, unspoiled. I was nearly ten years older than you at the time and married. But for those glorious few days while you sweated, toiled and…glistened in the hot sun, you were my own Diet Coke Guy…I will always cherish my time spent staring at your fantastic body. and if I - or anyone else at the office - got any work actually done during the week of the Sod Man, it was a miracle.
**To My Mom ** It’s not your fault. Learn to feel the sunshine on your face again. You are an incredible person and have taught me a great deal, but jesus christ on a crutch, you are teaching me nothing by being a doormat to your sons.
**To my mother in law. ** You are an incredible woman with a host of outstanding talents that I will never master one, let alone all the ones you have mastered in your lifetime. Everyone is in awe of what you can do and you can barely meet people in the eye when you talk to them. With all these accomplishments, you madam, are also a doormat. Learn to say no to a specific leech in your life. It will give you strength.
**The Leech ** You will never grow or mature or be independent if you continue to shit on the above forementioned person in your life. Your naititivity (sp?) was cute in your early 20’s. Now, in your 30’s, it is becoming more pathetic. Tell me, do you want your daughter to shit on you like you shit on the above forementioned person? I don’t even want my children around you because of this mix message signals you are sending out about " A Woman Can Be Anything She Wants To Be but A woman’s job is to Be a Good Wife And Mother" twaddle. You wouldn’t have a third of what you have in life if you didn’t crap over people - but oh - so-nicely ( your parents, your brother, your inlaws and those braindeadfuckwit friends of yours.)
If you actually had to buy a riding lawn mower, weed wacker and pay for tools *instead of using all ours and buggering your borther to come over and fix/do things for you * because you know he will never say no to you, you would not be able to afford five or six vacations a year. AND, you selfish bitch, if you didn’t somehow whine enough to your inlaws about how you wanted another BAAAAABY (when you didn’t even pay off the first one yet -however - managed to go on a $7500 vacation eight weeks after the Precious Wittle Miracle was born) and had them pay to get you pregnant this time around. WHAT THE FRICK kind of morals do you have you Bible Thumping Peice of Rabbit Terd?
You surround yourself with people whose elevators don’t go all the way up. Even your Brother noticed this. Big Fish in the little unchlorinated gene pool, huh? No wonder they adore you, they are mouthbreathers.
Haven’t you ever noticed how being in the same room with you drives me to absolute silence. I use to actually not mind your stupidity and found a common ground with you. Your banal attempts at humor amused me. Now, your inane self absorbed God-Driven prattle is utter and complete crap. You are fortunate that what you say is protected by the Constitution and your family (for reasons I’ve never be able to fathom) protect you too, like a little girl. Which keeps you as a little girl in your mind. Meanwhile, when I am the voice of common sense and reason (which your family and your family’s normal friends agree with me, behind your back.) and speak my mind, I am the frigging bad cop. WTF?! You are a woman with children. Be accountable for your actions. Stop having people rescue you from your lack of thought fuck ups. As your brother said, " She lives, but she doesn’t learn."
Oh, and the world doesn’t run according to what your needs and wants are. You are a massive control freak and the most anal retentive phony person I have ever known. You are so damn lucky to have a brother that doesn’t turn his back on you. He is the most patient, kind person I have ever met and everyone else who knows you thinks you are an immature selfish self absorbed poser. He is more in one brother to you than my four brothers ever were to me and *you do not deserve him *.
I wish you some life humbling experience in a very public fashion with me and all your adoration committee present.
[size 1]Whew! That was a load off…and possible coherent. [/size 1]
**To my Dog ** Pick a Side of a door and stay on it. ARGH!
**To My Husband ** I married you. Not your family. Not your dipshit soul sucking sister, but you. If you, (insert Deity Du Jour) forbid, die, I am out of this family in a heartbeat. Just so you know.
The 'rents: You did an excellent job with us, and still do. I’m blessed to be able to talk to you every day, even when you sometimes call during Buffy:D. I love you.
A: more like an older sister than an aunt; I still remember you singing “Another One Bites the Dust” to us in the car. I love you, too.
G: You’re still around, even though it’s been six years. Come see in my dreams sometime, like you did before.
H&R: If I had to hide a dead body, you guys’d be the first people I call. A girl couldn’t ask for two better guys for friends.
T&W: Thanks for sticking by me when I was craazy and selfish; you also have the best doggy in the world!
M&M: Thinking of you as married is going to take some work, but it’s a pleasure to do so. I’ll only miss not being able to hang out, just the two of us at home.
P,C&G: You were the best dogs anyone could ask for. I still cry when I miss you, and I have to go now because I just started again.
To a certain girl:
You and I only spoke about 200 words total in the five or six months we were in the same class - and even then, it was mostly ‘hi’ and ‘bye’. I wish I could have had the courage to tell you ‘I love you’ before you left - because I did. You changed my life for good - although you never even suspected, you gave me the best gift of my life by just being there, next to me in class. I’ve moved on pretty much, but I still get misty-eyed when I remember last year and you. Now, I think I’m falling in love again, but there’ll always be a place in my heart for you and the change you sparked in me. Wherever you are, thank you.
To a lot of people I knew in elementary and middle school:
I was a low-brow coward - I’m horribly sorry. I should have had the brains to know that it hurt you when I teased and otherwise made fun of you, because I was made fun of a lot then, too. I should have had empathy, but I only had bitterness and I can’t really forgive myself. I should have taken my head out of the sand and fought back harder, and defended you all, but I was too busy wallowing in my own refuse.
Mom:
I know I wasn’t exactly the best kid you could have ever borne - but it’s not your fault. I thank you for your patience as I searched for who I was, and went down a few dead-ends to find it. I thank you for your support in the sixteen years I’ve been your son - you’re doing a lot better than a lot of other parents under the circumstances in which you had to raise my sister and I. I only hope I can be half the father to my future children that you were to me.
Dear Tiff-You were the cutest, sweetest little badass doggie I ever had. I miss you so much.
Dear A- you were so psycho and you had no idea. I am so glad you are not my roommate anymore.You were so selfish. Late everywhere you went, you kept people hungry, inconvenienced, and waiting, because you were so damn anal that you couldn’t unload the dishwasher or hang up a new curtain liner LATER. You were so freakin judgmental of everything and everyone, but went to church like 8 times a weekand posted little cheesy vapid Halmark sayings all over the damn house. You got all freaky and indignant because you got a speeding ticket, while other people were speeding too. Guess what, bitch? You arent any better. Sometimes it’s just your turn. Suck it up. You demanded every family member and friend have “jobs” for your wedding, so you wouldnt have to pay for any professionals, then promptly quit your job after marrying (because you couldn’t handle having anyone tell you what to do), sticking your strapped new hubby with having to buy you a new car.
And you know what?
More than anything else, I would LOVE to tell you that:
Here’s the deal.
Every guy who broke up with you during your dating years was not
a) unable to handle the depth of their feeling for you, and got scared
b) intimidated by your intelligence and/or success
c) Scarred from childhood and unable to have a meaningful relationship with someone they care about too much.
d) Marrying the next girl they dated only because they were so traumatized over losing you.
e) Still pining away over you even though they dumped you and are happily married now.
Guess what, bitch?
Sometimes, they just didn’t like your dumb ass
DEAL WITH IT!!!
(wow that felt fantastic!)
To SLL - my foster daughter I couldn’t reach:
We will always love you as our own child. Of all of the children who we had the privilege of parenting, you needed the most. We gave you everything we had and then some … it still wasn’t enough. I pray you find the peace you need and if I can ever help you - I will be there in an instant.
To the Birth Parents of all of our children:
My most humble appreciation for giving DH and I the privilege of sharing your childrens’ lives. You are included by name in our goodnight prayers with our children everynight. We’ve shared everything we know about you with our children - always emphasizing the positive and sending extra prayers your way on their birthdays and holidays, for we know you especially mourn for them then. We love your children so deeply … we appreciate the sacrifice you made to share them with us.
Cherie
Dear Falcon:
I miss you.
That guy I met in a bar in New Orleans in Feb, 1988
We stared at each other on and off for about an hour. We then walked from opposite sides of the courtyard to meet in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had in my life. We then went back to our own friends. I never found out your name or even spoke 1 single word to you. But, I’d like you to know that I often think about that kiss. Hell, I’ve even tried to recreate it while role-playing with my very indulgent husband. Sadly, it cannot be recreated. Sigh.
Honey
I’d like to say this exact same thing to my mother…
Thank you Ad Noctum
(I’m going to omit messages to family in this one, because that much time, I don’t have).)
DWK: Dude, I know as a card-carrying Fat Bastard myself, I should not talk, but you seriously need to drop about 150-200 pounds. You’ve got back problems, knee problems, breathing problems galore. Not to mention, you’re past forty and you haven’t worked in ten years. You cannot live off of DB’s dad’s credit cards forever. I’m even going to get into the sitch with your mother and the IRS. Basically, your life is seriously off-track, to where I’m not sure you can get it back.
CGB: There was a time when I found you attractive, almost to the point where I might have set aside my rules against sleeping with married women (I’m pretty sure you would have said yes, I had no SO at the time, and I think your husband would have looked the other way) Now? I wouldn’t touch you to bash your brains out with the electric toaster. Your manipulations at our Social Club hurt my wife’s feelings, which you intended. The fact that you are sleeping with another guy but are still nominally married (because you don’t want to give up the house, but can’t afford it if your husband left) doesn’t surprise me. You are contemptible.
TBB: I surprise myself in writing this, as we are still good friends. But there is a small part of me that hasn’t really forgiven you for breaking our deeper, more intimate relationship. Yes, we are both happily married, to other people, and I certainly don’t begrudge either one of us the happiness we have found with our respective spouses. You often say what a disaster it would have been if you and I had gotten married, and I can chuckle heartily because, when all is said and done, you’re absolutely right. But I still don’t like the way you cold-heartedly cut me off like a bad habit when I expressed my feelings. Yes, I suppose I was naive and clumsy about expressing them, but you know damn well I had/have long-term issues about such things. I know they made you uncomfortable, but you overreacted severely. It’s not as if you had complained before then about how we were spending time together; quite the opposite, if I do say so myself. 
It was a long time before I found someone else to be with, and longer still before I found my spouse. But again, I wish you nothing but happiness. I still love you.
Amen.
[thanks to jarbabyj for starting this thread, and to everyone for posting]
to ‘SA’, my first close friend … from time to time I think about you and wonder where you’ve ended up - I suppose I could get off my backside and find out, but that would ruin the myth ;). In my darker times, I’ve thought back to our friendship, and tried to find ulterior motives in how you acted towards me, or anything negative about you, and I realise that, although you were human, I can’t come up with anything. I hope you’ll be at the top really soon, and I hear about you again then.
to MB, you were a good friend in a tricky, wild time. I never quite figured out if you thought I’d done something wrong, and I wish we’d cleared it up before spending eight years without talking. You’ll be happy to know that I’ve made the same positive changes in my life that you’d made in yours the last time we spoke. Take it easy, buddy :).
To three people who at different times showed that they cared about improving my behaviour even when I was convinced it didn’t need to be improved, thank you. Even though you wouldn’t have realised it at the time, your comments impacted on me, and when the time came for me to make my own decisions, I thought back on them and they helped guide me the right way. I’ve heard that sometimes you only need to know a person for a short time for them to have a big impact on your life, and all three of you certainly did that.
To AM, your modesty meant I could never say to your face what I felt, but you are the smartest person I have ever met. I will always love you for opening my mind, even though I’ve ended up in a place that you might not approve of. I do promise to try to catch up with you again soon, which, as you should know when it’s coming from me, means sometime in the next ten years ;).
Me too. I miss our talks.
To my parents
I know Tara is a handful. Dealing with a austistic, aphasic adult is hard. However, she is your responsibility, not mine. Stop dropping all her state paperwork, social security paperwork, medicaid paperwork, etc on my head. Stop asking me how to handle her when she’s having a tantrum and learn how to deal with her. Keeping someone in food and meds is not being a parent. The reason she is better behaved with me, her sister, is because I talk to her. I interact with her as a person, not someone you throw pills into.
To Joe
You are my rock. I wish I could love you the way you love me. Whenever I need someone to lean on, I know I can call on you. When I thought my heart would never heal, you comforted me. When I felt like I had been used and manipulated, you offered to kick the person’s ass. Baby, you are a young man with the world ahead of you. Don’t waste your time with me, I’m toxic. Haven’t I proved that to you repeatedly?
Yankee, Doodle (Boosie) and Cosmo: The third anniversary of your deaths just passed, and I miss you so much, still. Of all the cats I have owned, you were my favorite three. And I killed you. It doesn’t matter that it was accidental and I could not have foreseen it, I still feel like y’all are looking down on me from kitty heaven with hatred. I am so sorry. I have wished a thousand times I could take that day back, but I can’t. I just hope y’all didn’t suffer too much.
Lenore: My dear sister, you were gone before I could really get to know you and love you. If you had been born to a different mother, I know you would be alive today. I just hope you made it to heaven so you could finally know love and acceptance.
Michael: I just wish I knew why you felt compelled to keep stringing me along while you decided to take back up with your old girlfriend, even marrying her while still seeing me. You kept saying you didn’t mean to hurt me, but you sure didn’t stop yourself, either, when you realized it was inevitable, did you? Of course not, then you couldn’t have had your cake and eat it, too. The only man I ever loved, and I was used and hurt so badly I still haven’t recovered after 12 years. I now trust no man, thanks to you (and someone else, to be mentioned below).
De: Thanks for always being on my side, even if it is only to spite my mother.
Mother: You are the sorriest, cruelest excuse for a mother as ever lived. I hate you. I will always hate you. You have screwed me up so badly I will never have a normal relationship. I am so screwed up that I will never have a successful, well-paying career because in order to be successful you have to like and be liked. I am too distrusting and afraid to like anyone. I am also convinced no one will ever like me. After all, that’s what you told me for twenty years. Therefore, I can’t even afford all the expensive counseling that will possibly make my life closer to normal. I try the “sliding scale” outfits only to be told that you have screwed me up so badly that they can’t handle my case, I need a psychiatrist. The only one that might have made headway didn’t, because every time he tried to tell me I actually had value as a person, I blurted out to him, “Yeah, but if I wasn’t paying you to tell me that, you wouldn’t be saying it!” And you, of course, are totally blameless for the fact that all four of your children are either dead or fucked up beyond repair. Because you never do any wrong. We are fucked up because we somehow fucked ourselves up, even though all of us were showing signs of personality disorders as toddlers. I think it’s really rich, too, that you tell De “all she needs to do is apologize and we’d be on speaking terms again.” NEWS FLASHES!!! It was ME that initiated the estrangement, and I’ve done NOTHING to have to apologize for, except maybe being born. Oh, wait, wasn’t that your fault, too? God forgive me, but it is for you that I hope there is a hell.
Daddy: I love you and miss you, but fuck you for not having the balls to do something about that monstress you married. And why the hell didn’t y’all use condoms?
Steve: too bad you didn’t want to have anything to do with your son. You would be proud, but you’ll never know.
Lastly, Alan my precious son, thank you for loving me despite my screwed up mind and my diseased body. Thank you for checking on me when you know I’m so depressed I might do something foolish, thank you for pouring coke in my mouth when I’m having my bad hypo’s, thank you for using your lunch money to buy my asthma medicine. And, when the time comes, thank you for letting me refuse your offer of a kidney. You need it more than me.
Jarbabyj, thanks for starting this thread… it’s a great idea, and I’m glad it’s back! It’s made me cry, as well…
I’d like to say the same thing, with a few additions:
Why do you insist that I don’t want anything to do with the family? Granted, I’d be happy if I no longer had much to do with you personally, but in spite of the other family members being annoying as all get out, I do appreciate their company. Just because I don’t tell you that Eric will drive himself to church does NOT mean that it’s a message that needs to be passed on ASAP! Is it any wonder that there’s a “lack of communication”, and “I maintain as little contact as possible” with you, if you always insist that you’re the wronged party? I wish to all that is holy that you will see that you are not the perfect person/mother you paint yourself as being. (you try your best, and I appreciate that, but for me, it is easier to respect a person that actually admits their imperfections and wrongs)
Who are you to judge me? Don’t you remember where it says in the Bible: “Judge not, and you will not be judged?” Obviously you forgot that part when you were tearing into me about my supposed “lack of change” after I got baptized. I’m sorry that you think I’m not a changed person, but it’s damn hard to change when someone who should be a role model is lambasting me every chance she gets. How dare you label me a hypocrite? Tell me, I’d love to know how you have measured my love for my friends and the kids that I know as “not real”. For your information, it’s as real as this computer!
As for your inane drivel that “you can’t love your friends if you don’t love your family”, I’d like to say that you are a :wally of the highest degree… in fact, you go off the scale of putz-ness! Sometimes my friends have helped me through a whole bunch of crappiness as regards you (and other matters)! They love me no matter what I do, or how I act towards them! In other words, they love me for who I am! You might, as well, but honestly, I’m having trouble seeing it. You claim to care about me, but I wish you’d demonstrate it in other ways! Yes, I appreciate what you’ve done for me, but when it’s served with such a thinly disguised layer of anger, I don’t know if I can take any more.
As I write this, I am crying, and I think it’s because I realize what negative stuff you have put me through. I’m all for the postive, of course, but I don’t think you know what I am going through with my depression and everything else!
Enough board space and bandwidth have been used (or indeed wasted) on her, so I’ll move on to the other, less castigating things I have to say:
**To Andrea, Elaine, and Phil: **You guys have truly been there for me, and I truly love you for it. I may not ever have the courage to say this to you, so this message board is my outlet. Someday, I wish I could be there for you as you have been for me.
**To Rich, Vernon, and Daniel: **You have been there for me when I needed to talk, when I needed a ride, or basically whenever I needed it. I love you, and hope that someday I can repay you for the deep, rich friendship we share.
**To all the little kids I know: **I love you al, and hope that I can see you grow up. It’s such a joy and pleasure to see your smiling faces every week, and I hope you know that I will love you no matter what.
**To Mr. Fromager: **I always loved band class because you were there to teach us about music, and you did an awesome job! You let us take over the band room at lunch and after school… I remember when I used to play the piano for people. Not that I was particularly good at it, but thank you for allowing me the space I needed to express myself and just be me.
**To Jesse: **I never told you this, but in Gr. 12, I thought you were very cute! I’m sure I would have never done a thing about it, and you might have suspected my feelings toward you, but I thank you for being a friend to me.
**To Leni: **It’s been a few years since we lost touch, but I wanted to say I love you for being a friend when I needed one, after going through my hellacious Gr. 12 year when I had troubles with my parents.
**To all the idiots on the bus a few years ago who decided that I should move from the only empty seat because an old man wanted to sit down: **Normally, I would have, but that day, I was really hurting from personal problems and a bunch of crap. So if you don’t know the whole story, then don’t insist upon a standard of courtesy, please!
**To Elizabeth: **Thank you for being a friend to me; even when I want to vent and talk your ear off on the phone. you’re there for me. But what I really want to know is: why don’t we ever get together anymore? I know you’re busy and tired from work (and I’m busy, too), but I’d really like a chance to catch up with you!
**To the nice people on the paper route I did a few years back: **I thank you for being nice to little ol’ me… it cheered me up when I was having a bad day!
D, Paul.
Hey man, I’m sorry we wound up on opposite sides during their divorce. I know I took D’s side, and that made me M’s former friend. I know L is M’s sister, and so I’m suddenly her former friend as well. I however would do the same again. I Could not let a friend be out in the cold, because he could not live at home anymore. I took D’s side, but there was more going on than you could know. I only wish when you moved you hadn’t left me out. I wish we were still friends, but as long as you shut me out , that isn’t a possibility. But, I still miss you.
Brad.
Dude what happened to you ? I have no idea where you are now. I however still live at the same place I’ve lived for the last 7 years. Hopefully you will come to the class reunion, and we can touch base.
To All the people who are our "Special" customers.
I know it is tough out there.
However coming into McD’s reeking of alcohol, and giving me some sob-story Does Not help you. I Am Not Giving You Food. You had money for alcohol, you could have saved $.59 for a God forsaken Cheeseburger.
No, I Don’t believe we left out 6 sandwiches, and 3 super sized fries from your order. You can swear to all the dieties in the heavens that you talked to " Someone", who told you we would replace them. It doesn’t work that way at this restaurant.
If you have to Drink your daily ration of alcohol,( usually 40’s of some cheap malt liquor, or diluted gas station gin),in my restroom, you are truly pathetic. I don’t know whether to dislike you, or pity you.
Please don’t steal the aereators off my sink. There has to be somewhere you can buy screens for your drug pipes.
My store is not the local convenience mart. Do NOt steal all the sugars , straws, Creamers, etc. you can carry. It only makes us remove these items from the dining-room, as well as the coffee.
You complain about the price of items, but fail to see how theft can be a factor in that price.
Yes we have the right to reserve quantities on Any item we deem fit. I know it would be a struggle to make cheeseburgers for your family, but you Will Not get 30 cheeseburgers at a time. I don’t care if you have the Pope on a Harley, with Jesus in the sidecar, 10 is the limit. If you ge30, and the next customer gets more than 10, the third person gets to wait while we make your food, eventhough all he wanted was simple chicken sandwich.
Len.
Do something about your no good , high as a kite , unemployable son. Allowing him to drink beer, and smoke all day does not help. He needs a Cold Hard dose of reality. All you are doing is enableing him to avoid any responsibility. He is an Adult ,he should have to act like one. You say he worries you. Someone broke into your house 2 weeks ago, but took Nothing. Some guys entered your house yesterday, and "jumped" your son for No Reason. Coincidence, I think Not !!
Tash.
What the Hell were you thinking ? He is a lieing alcoholic. He takes your car, without your permission. He spends all night in it, getting wasted. He nearly wrecked the rental car. He doesn't have a license. You 2 fight every week until you aren't talking. Why for the love of God would you allow yourself to get pregnant ? Do you think he will be a good father figure for your child ?
Thank you I'll get off my soap box now.D, Paul.
Hey man, I’m sorry we wound up on opposite sides during their divorce. I know I took D’s side, and that made me M’s former friend. I know L is M’s sister, and so I’m suddenly her former friend as well. I however would do the same again. I Could not let a friend be out in the cold, because he could not live at home anymore. I took D’s side, but there was more going on than you could know. I only wish when you moved you hadn’t left me out. I wish we were still friends, but as long as you shut me out , that isn’t a possibility. But, I still miss you.
Brad.
Dude what happened to you ? I have no idea where you are now. I however still live at the same place I’ve lived for the last 7 years. Hopefully you will come to the class reunion, and we can touch base.
To All the people who are our "Special" customers.
I know it is tough out there.
However coming into McD’s reeking of alcohol, and giving me some sob-story Does Not help you. I Am Not Giving You Food. You had money for alcohol, you could have saved $.59 for a God forsaken Cheeseburger.
No, I Don’t believe we left out 6 sandwiches, and 3 super sized fries from your order. You can swear to all the dieties in the heavens that you talked to " Someone", who told you we would replace them. It doesn’t work that way at this restaurant.
If you have to Drink your daily ration of alcohol,( usually 40’s of some cheap malt liquor, or diluted gas station gin),in my restroom, you are truly pathetic. I don’t know whether to dislike you, or pity you.
Please don’t steal the aereators off my sink. There has to be somewhere you can buy screens for your drug pipes.
My store is not the local convenience mart. Do NOt steal all the sugars , straws, Creamers, etc. you can carry. It only makes us remove these items from the dining-room, as well as the coffee.
You complain about the price of items, but fail to see how theft can be a factor in that price.
Yes we have the right to reserve quantities on Any item we deem fit. I know it would be a struggle to make cheeseburgers for your family, but you Will Not get 30 cheeseburgers at a time. I don’t care if you have the Pope on a Harley, with Jesus in the sidecar, 10 is the limit. If you ge30, and the next customer gets more than 10, the third person gets to wait while we make your food, eventhough all he wanted was simple chicken sandwich.
Len.
Do something about your no good , high as a kite , unemployable son. Allowing him to drink beer, and smoke all day does not help. He needs a Cold Hard dose of reality. All you are doing is enableing him to avoid any responsibility. He is an Adult ,he should have to act like one. You say he worries you. Someone broke into your house 2 weeks ago, but took Nothing. Some guys entered your house yesterday, and "jumped" your son for No Reason. Coincidence, I think Not !!
Tash.
What the Hell were you thinking ? He is a lieing alcoholic. He takes your car, without your permission. He spends all night in it, getting wasted. He nearly wrecked the rental car. He doesn't have a license. You 2 fight every week until you aren't talking. Why for the love of God would you allow yourself to get pregnant ? Do you think he will be a good father figure for your child ?
Thank you I'll get off my soap box now.JM – I think you are absolutely adorable. I’m so glad that you are with us.
JL – If there were ever a kinder person on the planet, they would have to knock you down to get there.
JK – Wow, I know a lot of people with first names beginning with J. I love you. I am so excited to spend my life in our grand adventure.
RS – You have saved me more times than you will ever know. God Bless you.