You Bastard!

malcolm brogdon is absolutely right when he says milwaukee is the most segregated city hes experienced (madison only recently overtook us and they dont have an nba team). how we fix this is another matter. the roots go deep. redlining has been going on since the 70s, and still manifests in the irrational and bigoted attitudes that residents of the suburbs of milwaukee adopt. i dont think that this is a problem that can be solved simply by good will. i think it requires a few things. 1) the milwaukee metro area needs to be consolidated. annex all suburbs. 2) the school districts must be unified so there are no more racial disparities 2a) this means no more magnet schools 3) the cycle of poverty will never be broken while workers arent able to excercise control over their workplaces. to...

Thank You, -for breaking his heart into 1 million pieces. -for cheating, and lying. -for using him, and pretending to love him. -for throwing him away. -for moving on as quickly as you did and having him deal with the result of your betrayal. Because of you, someone now has to heal him, and deal with his broken heart. The man I met months ago, will never be the man he was when he met you. Everyday that passes, he is struck with laughter he once had, but saddened with the thought of what he was once put through it, and if it would happen again. Trust issues are a real thing, but together we are working on them as a part of the healing process. Thank you for doing all of these things in the course of your time with him. Although you...

Dear Alex, ( not his real name but close enough) When we met online, I didn’t find you attractive. You really were not my type. However, You seemed smart, level headed, intelligent and the conversation was never lacking. I decided at that time, looks were not that important. After talking extensively for a week, we decided to meet. I had doubts because of our age difference.....me being an older woman. I still didn’t want that to get in the way of meeting a ‘good’ person. I went with it. I really didn’t think I had anything to lose. I’m a good woman hopefully meeting a good guy. Also, after all our deep conversations and your constant good mornings and good nights, I thought you were quite different from the others I had been meeting. Who am I to judge because all my boxes aren’t...

Dear Evil Stepmother, Stepmother, not such a pleasant word, is it? Makes one think of Cinderella. In my case, true that fairy tale was for me—how Cinderella’s stepmother was downright evil. It is so easy for you to fit that stereotype. Now I am speaking to you; the one made my life miserable. I imagined my father would get married one day. I also imagined someone who would love my father and welcome me. I did not ask you to be in my life. I never wanted that, and I still don’t. I remember those days when I still lived with you and I wish I could forget. I can't explain why you despised me so much. Is it because I look like my mother? Because I'm not your child? Or was it the jealously, because you're not the only special person in my dad's life? Although you never put your...