To "O" we went on two dates where you told me about how your awful ex girlfriend only wanted you for your money and sperm. You broke down as you told me that she wanted to have your baby but didn't want to marry you. I sat, I listened and I supported you. During the date, you asked me if I wanted to go on a date with you next week, I said yes. You didn't call.
To "S" we went on three very nice dates. There were no awkward silences, we had a lot to talk about and I thought we got on very well. On our last date,we made a plan to go to a restaurant a few nights later. You walked me to my car, holding my hand and kissed me on the cheek. You didn't call.
To "T" we met on a dating site, chatted on the phone for an hour before we met at a nice wine bar. We laughed and sang along to cheesy 80's...
You Bastard!
Can you imagine what a dog feels like after they are abandoned by the people they consider as family? It must be very confusing for the poor dogs. It’s such a heartbreaking scene watching the abandoned dogs roaming around, probably still wondering why they were left there, and still waiting and hoping that maybe their owners would come back for them.
Brooke, a rescuer with the Kings SPCA-Rescue saw that exact scene when she went to pick up a dog abandoned on the street. Brooke has rescued dogs before, but this one really got to her. She filmed the rescue, posted it on Facebook, and captioned it with an emotional letter addressed to whoever abandoned the poor dog.
This was what Brooke wrote:
“Dear The Callous POS owner of this dog,
Today we noticed a couple of emails from...
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I hate you. You've been in my life since I was a year old. You showed up in my sister's brain when she was only 2 months old. How is that fair?
What could a 2 month of have done? How could she have deserved that? You ate away part of her skull and surgery was not an option because of where you were.
We were only able to have chemo and radiation and hope that worked. You took her life 2 weeks before my third birthday. I didn't understand she was gone then and all I wanted was to see my sister.
As I grew, I started to understand what death was. My memory of my sister also began to fade.
I grew up feeling so guilty because I didn't remember my sister. When I thought you would never be in my life again, you showed up.
This time you took my mom hostage. When I was told you were here...
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~ An Open Letter to 2015 ~
Dear 2015:
One word could sum you up: change.
To some, change is hard. Many abhor it. Fear it. Dread it. To others, change is good. They embrace it. Demand it. Push for it. Plan for it. Cause it.
Change is an entity on its own. It can not be roped, wrestled, stopped, or put in a box. It is thrust upon us without pausing to ask our permission.
You started off so bright! My hopeful and joyful post on January 1st:
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! Here's to a beautiful 2015!!! Lots of big dreams...
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Hi,
It's been three months today since we went our separate ways. You've moved on with your life (no surprise), and I... well, I'm not sure that I have, or ever will for that matter. If you're reading this (which I doubt) I'm sure you've no idea that YOU, dear husband, are the intended recipient of this letter. If you are somehow aware, excellent. Here are all the things I've wanted to say during our separation, but never could.
First and foremost, I would like to thank you, for multiple reasons. The first 3 months of our marriage were like a fairytale. You truly swept me off my feet, and showed me what love could, and should, be like. For that, I will be forever grateful. You set the bar for any man coming to fill your shoes. More importantly, however, in the following months after...
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I would like to thank you. For the vast majority of our relationship, you made me feel inferior. It seemed as though nothing I did was ever good enough. You put tremendous pressure on me to do things that I just was not ready for. You never made me feel loved. I felt like more of an inconvenience to you than anything. When you told me that you felt we needed to take a break, you put the entire blame on me. I wasn't doing the things you felt I needed to be doing or was not acting the way you felt I needed to be acting. Though you never physically put your hands on me, your words hurt just as badly. The moment I said yes to being your girlfriend, the flirting stopped. There were no more compliments and saying "I love you" (or rather you texting "love ya") felt forced. Everything in that...
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Good morning Dennis now that I am aware of your intent to ignore me and your son I would like to clarify some things with you.
Wether you choose to acknowledge us or not will not change the facts. The facts are I met you at a George Lopez performance in March 2012. Shortly after meeting me you expressed interest in having a relationship with me.
Our first hangout we planned to go ziplining but we got a late start and had to reschedule. I remember we sat on the rocks at Oluwalu. It was so sweet you seemed like such a pleasant fellow and I was smitten. As we got to know each other better I expressed my desire to have a child and after many many many conversations me and you were on the same page and began having sex well without contraception in hopes of creating a life. It was very...
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This letter is a long time coming. Some may say that it is a letter 20 years in the making. Some will wonder if you'll even read it. But I am certain that you will read it for I know you better than anyone else on Earth.
Why? Because I haunt you. I am on your mind constantly. My name, my face, my voice, my hair, my scent are forever imprinted on your memory. And while I'm clearly most certainly alive...I haunt you. And I will for the rest of your life and will continue to do so when you find yourself in hell.
I used to question how you could live with yourself after all the things that you did to me. I mean seriously how do you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror knowing the horrible, evil, selfish and manipulative things that you did? Does it light up with World's...
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To my Molester:
I have hated you since I was six years old. You looked at me and preyed upon me. You played on my shyness and quiet nature. You touched me without my permission and haunted my every waking moments. You made me fearful and doubtful of everyone I came into contact with. You told me I was nothing and nobody cared to lure me and you devoured my innocence and crippled it.
You looked past me when others were around and then still kept me in your sights. I could not even be a child because you would follow every footstep I made. You stared at me and made me uncomfotable, made my skin crawl, made my stomach nervous, and made me numb. I wasnt even developed, hadn't even saw anyone's body except for my own. I always thought I wish he would bother someone else, but I wouldnt...
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Dad- Do I even call you that anymore? I mean who calls their abuser dad. You took everything from me. You were supposed to be my protector. You were supposed to be my superhero. You were supposed to be the man I looked up to. But none of that is true. Once upon a time ago it was true. But that all changed when mom died. You changed when mom died. Why did you change?
Is it because I'm exactly like her in every way? Is it because you couldn't stand to look at me and see her? If not, then why? Why did you feel the need to scream at me every night? Why did you lock me in my room 24/7 except for when I was at school? I remember when you told me that my depression was all my fault, that if I wanted to be happy then I would be. How can you expect someone to be happy when they have you as a dad...
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