Dear Family
I love that you all agree with me that marriage/domestic partnership should be a choice between two consenting individuals, no matter how well/poorly society perceives them to go together. And I do appreciate your help with the laundry. However, if one sock is small and navy (that's a shade of blue), and the other is long and black, they are not a pair. They do not go together. And however much we may want to help them be together, they are not both going to fit on the feet of the same person.
Dear Mom,
I want you to meet my new significant other, Sven. He's a colorblind amputee, and it hurts him deeply that you don't consider him a "person."
Dear Family,
I hate you.
Never leave me.
Love,
your Border Collie
Dear Border Collie,
Sit.
Stay.
Signed, The Management.
Dear Mum
I know you think you are offering me a big treat by suggesting that you go through my room while I am in Glasgow and shred out of date papers and clean my bedroom. But didn't my reaction last year give you a clue that this was really not my ideal Christmas present?
I admire that despite your desire for order, you hold off until you know I am away for a night, but I genuinely feel violated at the idea.
I will go through my paperwork and shred what is necessary before 19 December.
But your suggestion that you're worried I might forget something otherwise (ie a bill or a debt) is nonsensical. If I have "forgotten" one in the past, destroying the evidence would have helped, not hindered the process.
I love you and I know you love me.
And Merry Christmas and all that jazz.
I won't thank you when I come back, because I don't want you poking about in there. But I won't sulk about it either.
x
Dear progeny,
I'm delighted to welcome Sven to the family. I do apologise for not forseeing the event of you meeting a one-armed colorblind amputee who also had the misfortune to have one foot shrunk by a witch doctor as he sought solace for his loss in the jungles of darkest Peru. Or did he used to buy his socks in threes? In which case I would check what he's doing with the small one before you say "I do".
Dear Mom,
I'm not sure what you want from me. You told me no socks before marriage. Now you're saying socks is OK as long as it's a matched set? Seems a bit racist, and you've always been so open-minded.
And guess what else, Mom? My dress socks are teh ghey! They keep yelling "We're HERE, we're SHEER, get used to it!"
Dear Family Back There,
Repeat after me, .... Switzerland... SWitzerland.
not Sweden and most definitely not Swaziland.
Go on.. say it now.
Love,
the ex.pat
p.s.. Eastern time plus six hours, NOT minus six hours. ( i.e. don't phone us again at 3:00 a.m. )
Dear ex.pat,
Quit trying to control us!
We'll call you when we damned well please!
After all, YOU'RE the one who ran away to Swaziland!!
Yours,
F.B.T.
Swaziland? Isn't that where they grow snozzberries?
Some people live way out in the Switzer-sticks
Dear children,
No, we are not there yet. We will never be "there". We will always be here. That is a necessary truth.
Love,
WhyIamnotaparent.
Deer Family,
It's open season again. If the party's over, at least I went stag. Remember what I taught you ... stay out of headlights.
Your Buck.
ETA:
you orphaned my post! And stole my joke. I was funnier :p:
Heaven forbid! :eek:
Deer Family?...
;)
you orphaned my post! And stole my joke. I was funnier :p:
Deer Family,
Doe you know how much I worry about you? This new trend with you kids, the bright orange vests...what are you thinking? I'm so afraid I'll hoof to come identify you in the back of some rusty pick-up truck.
By the way, did you watch Rudolph last night? Now there's a deer with some gumption. You should aspire to be like him. Sure, he had a red nose, and lived with Santa, and was a REINdeer...but there's no reason you can't do any of those things.
Love,
Aunt Ler and Uncle Buck
D'oh Family,
I'm feeling very marge-inal about you all and our homer. You make me want to bart. I think I'mma lisa new condo in Florida.
:lol:
And I don't want to hear no mo about it!
Dear Thor,
If the pants won't stay up so you have use tie triple knots in the decorative string to keep them on while the sparkly button sags out forming a second waistband big enough for a cat, and if they're kinda coming past your toes, and if they have all sorts of pockets you haven't seen before that don't seem to open properly...... they're Hebe's.
Ha! :lol: I'd say you should have let him go to school like that, but I bet it wouldn't make him pay any closer attention to it.
Dear Husband,
No those navy trousers do not match your black suit jacket, particularly when you're going to parliament house today to talk to politicians about fisheries and environmental issues and want to make a professional impression.
What's that you say? You're not going to wear a belt on your trousers? You think that's ok? Oh, you can't find a belt?
Here's one! Now just bend over while I thrash you with it before you put it on!
Your loving wife,
Ali.
xxx
Ha! :lol: I'd say you should have let him go to school like that, but I bet it wouldn't make him pay any closer attention to it.
Hebe would've killed him and me and anyone else in the near vicinity....
Dear Husband,
No those navy trousers do not match your black suit jacket, particularly when you're going to parliament house today to talk to politicians about fisheries and environmental issues and want to make a professional impression.
What's that you say? You're not going to wear a belt on your trousers? You think that's ok? Oh, you can't find a belt?
Here's one! Now just bend over while I thrash you with it before you put it on!
Your loving wife,
Ali.
xxx
Hector rocks that exact look too -blue track jacket with black track pants (elasticated, no belt required thankfully).....and adds brown shorts underneath so he can strip down and be manly and still clash in the sub-zero temperatures...... I don't know why all his pants are blue, all his jackets are black and all his shorts are brown (plaid) -I think the fashion gremlins must live in his closet.
Dear Ali,
Thank you for your concern. Please note that I am a scientist and we are meant to look like nerds. The government chaps won't listen to me unless I am dressed like a dweeb.
I apologise, but I had to take the belt off and leave it in the office. Because of the matching trousers, it was necessary for me to get some egg yolk on my shirt.
On behalf of
Dr Dazza
Dear Dr Dazza,
Do you also have leather elbow patches?
Brianna.
Dear Dr Dazza,
You're getting a bit old for the absent minded professor look.
Respectfully,
Your wife!
Dear Wife,
who are you again? Here, hold my plate while I go [strike]chat up[/strike] offer guidance to that amazing bit of post-grad tottie....
Dear Husband,
She's only talking to you so you'll consider her masters proposal.
Sorry. (not really)
and they are masters...... no proposal required.
Dear monster,
I know that the masters degrees Dazza supervises require approval. His masters students are all research masters.
Informatively,
Ali.
masters about fish , so Master baiters ??
haha...something like that zippy.
dear Ali,
oh, were you talking about degrees?
monster
Dear Teenage Daughter,
This weekend up north really won't kill you, honest. We rearranged everything so you don't have to miss school on Friday, your father is driving you up there later and he hates driving, I'm getting a ride earlier so we do't have to take two cars -and I hate being driven -and 5 hours as a passenger may kill me... OK, maybe there will be a little hockey involved, but there will be internet so for you it'll pretty much be the same as at home but in a more beautiful setting with no chores. SO WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU SO GODDAMN GRUMPY?
love
Geriatric Bitch from Hell
Dear [SIZE="5"]Teenage Daughter[/SIZE],
This weekend up north really won't kill you, honest. We rearranged everything so you don't have to miss school on Friday, your father is driving you up there later and he hates driving, I'm getting a ride earlier so we do't have to take two cars -and I hate being driven -and 5 hours as a passenger may kill me... OK, maybe there will be a little hockey involved, but there will be internet so for you it'll pretty much be the same as at home but in a more beautiful setting with no chores. SO WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU SO GODDAMN GRUMPY?
love
Geriatric Bitch from Hell
Here's a big clue. :D
They get better. Honest.
Yeah, Aden's girlfriends Mum and I were talking last night and she was saying she's at her wits end because Makira is always either crying or grumpy or just plain difficult, except when Aden's around. I feel sorry for her, but really, M is just a girl doing what teenage girls do. It's no big surprise surely? lol
*Smugly happy to only have boys*
Dear cellar,
Don't you think this should have been named the passive-aggressive sarcasm thread?
Aunt Flo
Dear cellar,
Don't you think this should have been named the passive-aggressive sarcasm thread?
Aunt Flo
Zen, you live on the wrong side of the street to be having a visit from Aunt Flo. :D
Dear Dr. Z,
No. This is more fun.
Dr. M
;)
Here's a big clue. :D
They get better. Honest.
To be honest this is pretty much the first irrational teenage grump moment we've had and she's nearly 14. I think she's more stressed that tomorrow is the first day of the new trimester and she has to find new rooms/meet new teachers etc. but she'd rather blame the wibblies on something else.
She's all happy now though, because she got her stuff together and she arranged her birthday party. Which makes me want to grump.... ;)
oh and she hasn't been in the pool in more than a week and has way too much oooooomph
I see I've been having a bit of vicarious flirting.
Niiiiiice!
I'm too old and exhausted by life to flirt IRL so it's nice to find a fake-virtual version of myself having a back-and-forth with a man.
:crone:
Dear Sister,
During the holidays it would be nice to have a conversation with you that does not include you being defense at every comment anyone else makes whether its about you, to you, or not anything to do with you. We would recommend midol or hormone replacement but not sure that covers "bitchy". At least its not a written symptom on the label.
Flouncing out of Mom's house as the injured party every year is getting old and boring. May we recommend 10,000 IU of Vit D some fish oil and maybe a happy pill?
KTHXBAI
Dear Family,
Thanks for sticking beside me when everyone else had given up. Thanks for always loving me, quirks and all. Thanks for making me laugh and even for making me cry. Thanks for being steadfast, sure, and strong. Thanks for believing in me when I least believe in myself. Thank you for 'micro-malts' and 'casting asparagus' and 'passing the butter bill', and requesting not 'one more peep.' (PEEP!) Thanks for opening the window and throwing up the hash. Thanks for bicycles and sleds and just enough freedom to find my own troubles. Thanks for making me learn to get out of my own troubles, and stepping in when I couldn't, or didn't know how. Thanks for being so hard on me when I tried to lie out of something, and teaching me integrity. Thanks for making me know that I can get knocked down but I won't stay down for long. Because I'm one of YOU. And one of US never stays down for long. Thanks for unconditional love.
Love,
Me
Dear Rich Cousin by Marriage,
Thank you for showing us all how to handle money. Yes we have gone back into restaurants to leave the tip you were "taking care of". You see we care what people think of us. I know it is shallow but that is what I am. When you joined MiL's kindle club my less than generous heart saw what would happen, but MiL is generous beyond her means. Now you want to add another device for your hubby so that he can benefit from her apparent willingness to buy school textbooks and pleasure reading for people whose income in the last decade easily outstrips her lifetimes employment. Now you're offended, but I thought we were not supposed to care what people think of us where money is involved? Please help me understand when we care what people think and when we don't.
without generosity,
Griff
Dear family,
thanks for a lovely weekend.
:) xxx
Dear beest....
the good news is I put an end to the vibration problem in the Focus and we no longer need to worry about getting all five of us and all our hockey gear in it.....
Yeah, Aden's girlfriends Mum and I were talking last night and she was saying she's at her wits end because Makira is always either crying or grumpy or just plain difficult, except when Aden's around. I feel sorry for her, but really, M is just a girl doing what teenage girls do. It's no big surprise surely? lol
*Smugly happy to only have boys*
Whats that? Aden has a girlfriend? When did that happen? He cant be just getting girlfriends without us knowing about it?
Oh I didnt have a Dear Family entry....
Ummm....
Dear Siblings,
For the gazillionth time, I am not the spoiled brat of the family even though I am the youngest. Mum and Dad were never home when I was growing up, I worked after school out in the orchard so earnt my own money to buy aaaaalllll the things you think were handed to me, you wouldnt know this because by the time I was 7 you had all left home.
Can we please not have this conversation at Christmas this year? It makes me pissie, Mum tells me to bite my tongue and then I get really competitive during the family cricket test after Christmas Lunch and last year one of you copped a tennis ball in the eye.
Love Always,
Bitchy Little Brat
Whats that? Aden has a girlfriend? When did that happen? He cant be just getting girlfriends without us knowing about it?
If you'd been here for the last 5 months you'd have known about it. ;)
She's really lovely. Her family are a bunch of control freaks though, so they don't get to see each other outside school much. We'll have to see how they go over the holidays. They've been seeing each other for over 6 months now.
Dear students,
With a 12:00 hand in, 11:55 is not an appropriate time to email me and tell me you've a problem.
That is all.
Bitchy Little Brat
Nice usertitle ;)
Nice usertitle ;)
Come and play cricket?
Dear Ducks,
Letting drunken Uncle Johnno swing the cricket bat while tipsy cousin Dave-o fields at silly point is a Bad Idea.
Love,
Your mum.
fucking stupid point you mean?
Dear student,
It is not my fault your aid was terminated at our school due to your lack of satisfactory academic progress. Also, I'm not your slave, serf, bondservent, vassal, chattel, or dog.
I'm happy to assist your new school by zeroing out future disbursements. All you need is to ask. Out of 25,000 students, I forgot to read your mind and realize your plans had changed since the origination was made.
Therefore, leaving a nasty message that anything we've done is unacceptable is, well, unacceptable. I will fulfill your request, but I sure as hell am not calling your bitchy underachieving ass back, due to the reasons stated in the first paragraph.
This will all be noted in your file, should you have any questions when you lose your aid at your new school (a Clown College, no doubt) and you decide to appeal due to our insufficient hand-holding as you bitched your way through your free money here.
Thank you, and have a blessed day.
Dear Financial Aid Officer,
Gimme what I want and give it to me now. Why? 'Cause I want it! Me me me me mememememe!
Disrespectfully,
Spoiled stupid (and probably ugly) ingrate
Dear Financial Aid Officer,
Gimme what I want and give it to me now. Why? 'Cause I want it! Me me me me mememememe!
Disrespectfully,
Spoiled stupid (and probably ugly) ingrate
Thanks Spexx, old buddy old pal. I needed a chuckle.
:)
As long as we're talking aid money.
Dear Colleges,
Athletic scholarships go to rich and poor alike. Academic scholarships (if you even have any) only go to low income families. Why is that? Meanwhile, I have to borrow against my retirement in order to send my kids to college.
Thanks a lot, colleges. :mad2:
Disrespectfully,
Pissed Dad
Yo, Dad--
Market based economics, baby. It pays (us) to recruit athletes because their ROI is better than nerds. Besides, if you're smart and rich, you'll find a way.
See?
I knew it. See you at orientation.
Monopolistically,
Higher Education
Funny thing is the first thing I do is bring up the file, to do the request, you know? Get it out of the way, a simple thing. I still wasn't going to call her back.
I read, through my own comments in the file (because we document everything in one way or another) she'd asked the question in August and I had the documentation. The procedure was completed on the day of the request. In August. Clown College doesn't know how to use the database and doesn't understand why we got rid of paper FA transcripts a hundred thousand years ago, or so.
All well and good. Compliances were met, in a timely manner. No number of calls from this student can make it any more true.
Clown College, don't let your kids do it.
Unless you don't want your kids to go to school, start saving NOW.
Unless you don't want your kids to go to school, start saving NOW.
Dear Infi, I hate you.
Dear Infi, I hate you.
I know you do. You and everyone's dog. :D
(disclaimer: the following are the opinions, sprinkled with fact, of a 10 year veteran of the FA world, and are not necessarily the views or opinions of management. Also, it's not directed AT anyone in particular...)
Who knows what sorts of aid will be available in the future? We've had programs teaching youngsters about saving for college. That 5 bucks from baby sitting? Put it in your college fund. Every dollar you cover is probably saving you future debt (loans) or your parents 'dipping into their retirement fund.'
Also, you can't possibly say that all colleges give scholarships to rich or poor athletes, but only to poor academics. Well for one thing scholarships vary as much as types of rice. For another, footwork...yes
work goes into a real hunt for scholarships.
The governments current position is that a parent is responsible for their childrens education (to the best of their ability) until the child is 24 (of course, your kid could always get knocked up or married or be a veteran or orphan before then) but when it comes time for college it seems parents are mad because it 'neaked up on them.
Any and all of that could change, as FA changes with the wind.
And I've had parents who are mad because they make 100 grand a year but can't seem to afford the lowest tuition in the state.
[rant]Sell your fucking third Lexus. Or perhaps forgo the McMansion, sacrifice a bit...like my not well-off parents did. Or consider that since you HAD them that you are responsible for their education, and save for it.[/rant]
*shrug*
Dear Infi,
Too late.
XOXOXOXO,
Living paycheck to paycheck
Dear parents,
There are cheaper schools out there. They give full academic scholarships to even the richest kids. The quality of one's education is what one makes of it, and working to pay off your own college costs makes one party less and appreciate the classes more. You shouldn't drop your life savings on their "dream school" any more than you should buy them their brand-new "dream car" the day they turn 16. In-residence state schools FTW. IMHO. YMMV.
Love and Kisses,
Only Got A Few Hundred Bucks a Month To Help With Rent
Dear Parents,
The rule about how if you go to college you automatically get a life has been repealed. Too many are going, and there aren't enough lives to go around. At this time only a few majors grant an automatic life upon 4-year graduation. They are: Nursing, Finance, Accounting, Pharmacy, and many (but not all) classifications of Engineering.
If you are pressing your child to go to college because you want them to have a life, and they are interested in a B.A. degree of any form, we urge you instead to send them to learn a trade, or to enter a profession with a decent ladder. As a bonus, instead of being a money drain, they will start earning at an earlier age.
Also, we have noticed that most colleges are just places where kids go to root for a corrupt football program, drink enormous amounts of beer, and smoke enormous amounts of weed. Although we are in favor of these things, we do not believe they should be automatically endowed to do so, by you or by society.
Thank You
But let them learn a trade at a school whose credits will actually TRANSFER to a real institution, in case they someday decide to get a master's in that trade or that trade goes belly up and they find themselves back in school years later.
What do you mean I have to retake EVERY SINGLE CLASS I TOOK AT CLOWN COLLEGE? They SAID they were accredited. What did I spend all that money on? When I could've gone to Community for like ten times cheaper? D'OH!
Always ask the question: accredited by WHOM?
Dear Corporate America,
Colleges are just places where kids go to root for a corrupt football program, drink enormous amounts of beer, and smoke enormous amounts of weed. Please discontinue making a bachelor's degree a minimum requirement for any career that has a earning cap of more than $100,000.
Thank you,
Black lunged arthritist father who wants better for his kids.
Dear kids,
Follow your bliss. Be happy. Find a way.
Love,
A cock-eyed optimist who never figured all that out
Dear kids,
Follow your bliss. Be happy. Find a way.
Love,
A cock-eyed optimist who never figured all that out
PS. I will not be supporting you when you're 25.
My mom: so, what are you going to do after you graduate?
Me: You know, a lot of young people are opting to live with their parents for a while after graduation.
My mom: A lot of parents aren't giving that option.
In-residence state schools FTW. IMHO. YMMV.
They used to be a bargain around here, but not so much any more. Now the only inexpensive schools are community colleges. Seriously considering community colleges for our kids though.
Our policy is to pay the first year family contribution for each kid. The rest is on them, except that we'll buy the books. They'll have some "skin in the game", not waste their time in college, and choose a school more wisely.
Dear Parents,
Please stop thinking that a lot of money will make your children happy. We thought that, but it turns out to have made us miserable SOBs.
yours, Baby Boomers
Dear UT
You said it!
Respectfully (a guy at work answers his email like that. I want to reply with the sign off: I can't stand your face),
Boomer2
Dear husband,
I don't really care how big the fish were that you caught when you get home at 11.30pm. I especially don't want to know about them when I'm trying to sleep while you're dripping on the bedroom floor because you insisted on going fishing even though it's pouring rain outside.
inconsiderately,
Your Wife!
Been there, done that ... same reception.
(scribbles notes of reminder, again)
But but but he caught Fish !!! BIG FISH !!!!! ;)
Dear Ali,
Me Og. Og get food. Og bring food. Og feed tribe. Og good. Why wife no happy? Should sexitime.
Love,
Og
I've never met anyone less caveman like than my husband. lol But yeah, that's his mindset when he catches fish.
He told me about them again this morning. When he started telling me for the third time I had to remind him I'm not hard of hearing.
Insight into the mind of a man. We be simple.
When he started telling me for the third time I had to remind him I'm not hard of hearing.
I'd bet a dollar to a donut he's particularly proud of those fish. They were hard to catch or extra fine fish or something. He's telling you again, because you don't seem sufficiently impressed.
I do the same thing with Mrs. Z when explaining the software bug I fixed or new feature I implemented. If she doesn't seem sufficiently impressed, I tell her again - while elaborating on why she should be impressed.
Next time, pretend to be impressed. He'll really appreciate it.
He'd know I was just taking the piss Pete. lol He goes fishing quite often, and usually does ok, so it's not like it's anything new. He doesn't give a shit about the awesome cakes I make and I don't go on about the meals I cook constantly.
Works both ways you know fellas.
Lols, fair point.
options:
Make the fish into a cake. Then you can both be proud of it.
If he tells you about it a fourth time, fake orgasm. He'll either be satisfied or suitably chastened. Then give him a make-up cuddle so it isn't passive-aggressive. Much.
I do make fish cakes sometimes. ;)
Usually thai flavours, but sometimes british style. Just depends what I've got in the cupboard or garden flavour wise. :)
He wont tell me again, but I'm sure he'll have to discuss it with the big boys again tonight when he cleans them.
Works both ways you know fellas.
True. And I make sure Mrs. Z knows how proud I am of her accomplishments.
Ok, it's true that Mrs. Z is an excellent baker and sometimes acknowledging her accomplishments means making yummy noises whilst shoveling in her made-from-scratch cinnamon rolls. :D
But I also listen and comment when she's telling me about what she learned in her ESL courses.
They used to be a bargain around here, but not so much any more. Now the only inexpensive schools are community colleges. Seriously considering community colleges for our kids though.
Some of them are really very good. (Of course some aren't, too, gotta do the research...) I have had more than one professional in the field say that they prefer nursing majors that come out of Austin Community College over the ones that come out of the University of Texas. The UT students are all book-learning, and sometimes their knowledge is even out of date by the time they graduate. The ACC students get hands-on experience starting in the second year, and are ready to jump right in.
Ding ding ding.
My school of employment was recognized as an example to CCs everywhere in the NYT.
They do amazing things these days, the CCs.
Dear Tiger Parents,
your honor roll kids told you Facebook was a networking site for prestigious college scholarships, didn't they?
A great bumper sticker:
"My kids sold your Tiger Parents to the Zoo."
Dear husband,
I want you to try and remember realistically, the reasons why we decided to sell Wynnum Road, and I mean really put yourself back there and remember honestly rather than with your hindsight view of what might have been better if we’d known what was about to happen.
Then I’d like you to remember that in the end we moved from Gatling Rd because I told you I couldn’t stand to be there anymore, and even you admitted that you realised why I felt that way after you had a week at home with the problems (I can’t remember how that came about, but it did). Do you recall saying that or have you forgotten? Do you remember me saying to you that I don’t care where we go, but we just need to go somewhere. Do you remember that you were the one that chose Jacobs Well? Do you remember having the final say on this house? Do you remember me consulting with you through the whole process? Yes I know I wanted this house, but I didn’t force you to agree to it, and I asked you if you were happy with the choice and you said yes. I didn’t ask you to lift a finger except for your personal belongings with regard to the move. I managed it completely without any help from you. All you had to do was go to work from one house and come home to another and if you remember correctly, I had the house looking very much like a home by the time you got there.
Do I sometimes think about the choices we’ve made and think we could have done better? Yes I do, but I’m sensible enough to realise that we made the best decision we could at the time with the knowledge and resources we had at hand. Do you think I don’t wish we didn’t have this mortgage over our heads? Do you think I don’t want it gone? Do you think I sit here all day in fucking la la land thinking everything is perfect? If you do, you mustn’t think very much of my intelligence at all, and that’s a big problem.
I want you to remember that at no time did I hold a gun to your head about any of these decisions. I’ve always consulted fully with you on all of them. I want you to also think about the fact that your hatred of my brother was a big part of the reason we needed to leave Wynnum Rd. I don’t blame you for that. I understand why you felt or feel the way you do and I don’t hold it over your head do I? What would be the point of it if I did? Would it make anything better? I doubt it. I think it would only make things worse.
I think you need to wake up to the fact that I am not the problem here, but if you still want to consider me as one, then the solution to that is very clear to me, but I’m not going to live the rest of my life with you blaming me for stress that you insist on carrying around.
If you want to sell this house and go elsewhere fine. I will do it, but I think it will be a mistake and will end up costing us more. That much I have learned from the last time we moved house. Still I will do the best I can if that’s what you want to do.
The doctor has already warned me that I need to be subjected to as little stress and anxiety as possible during this pregnancy or I’m likely to end up in hospital for the whole of the third trimester. If you think that’s an objectionable outcome, then I suggest you find a way to get rid of these issues post haste. Make a decision and then accept the consequences, but don’t dare blame me for the outcome if it happens to be one you don’t like.
Just so we’re clear, if you can’t get over issues from the past, whether they’re real or imagined, we have a huge problem. I can not live my life with someone who constantly carries around resentment over things that happened years ago and that I cannot change now even if I wanted to. I can only say how I feel about those things in hindsight and explain why I felt the way I did at the time. I CAN’T CHANGE WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PAST AND NOR CAN YOU NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT GIVES YOU THE SHITS, so if you can’t reconcile all of that, then there are not too many choices left.
Your loving wife.
xxx
PS. In case you’re wondering why I don’t constantly worry about the debt we have, I can only say that I accept the debt as part of our reality and think the solution is to work towards lowering it. I don’t believe that choosing to worry about it during every waking moment is likely to change that reality. There are better things in life to spend my time thinking about.
srsly is that how I feel or? Not sure what you're srsly asking there.
I was kinda thinking Mr. Aliantha needs not to be pulling this shit right now
Dear Aliantha,
You are completely right. I'm very sorry. Here, I made you some tea, and I want you to put your feet up while I put Max to bed. Later, I will massage your feet.
Love, Dazza.
I was kinda thinking Mr. Aliantha needs not to be pulling this shit right now
Right. Yes that's what I was thinking.
Dear Aliantha,
You are completely right. I'm very sorry. Here, I made you some tea, and I want you to put your feet up while I put Max to bed. Later, I will massage your feet.
Love, Dazza.
Oh only in my dreams. lol
BTW, I did actually send that as an email to him at work. I think it needs to be out there.
No response as yet, but we'll see how it goes.
I know why he's doing it. He's just having a panic attack about the baby and the changes we have to make to the house etc, but he needs to stop being such a prick about it.
give him some slack.... ;)
I'll give him plenty of time if he doesn't get it together. I can't take this shit right now.
eta: I'll just take Max and spend my time at Dad's place. the only issue with that is the big boys might feel abandoned, so it's not the best option, but if I have to do it for the sake of my health I will.
Dear Catz,
Plz uz dickshonry
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...he needs to stop being such a prick about it.
OHHHH, so now it's the prick's fault.
Wait, it *was* caused by the prick. Oops.
Damn.