Dear ___,
Never. Again. Never ever ever.
I never want to fight with you again, especially not like that. I had the worst morning because I thought for sure you hated me. I thought you really didn't want to speak to me again. And it was my fault, in a way...I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. No, I shouldn't have.
But maybe you needed it. Maybe you needed to have me telling you to just get over it. Which you do. So your brother gets a 15-minute privilege for the week. Who cares?! That's no reason for you to text me complaining about how much you hate him! I did have good reason for saying what I did. I'm tired of you telling me about your "stupid, lazy, inconsiderate, spoiled brother," and then have you come to school as frustrated as heck and taking it all out on us! And then you wonder why everyone treats you the way they do!
I'm just tired of it. You need to freaking grow. up. I put up with enough crap from everyone else without you adding more stress to it all. You think they're all hypocrites? How can you accuse them of not listening to our teacher's lessons when you aren't even listening yourself? And don't you dare deny it, because we all know you. We know you fall asleep in class, we know how you treat everyone, we know how you do the exact opposite of what those lessons teach.
Look...I know you're sorry for everything you said to me this morning. You apologized very sincerely to me two or three times. But...you blew it. I trusted you, at least as much as it's possible for me to do. Now I don't know if I really can. I don't know if you're going to just up and leave like everyone else. Because that's basically what those texts said to me.
No, I'm not going to fight with you about it. I never want to fight with you again. But you need to grow up. Of course I forgive you, but that doesn't mean I still trust you like I did.
Good luck earning it back.
With a confused and lonely feeling,
Your best friend
Dear Grandpa,
I'm sorry. I'm just so, so sorry. I'm sorry I never bonded with you like a granddaughter is supposed to. I'm sorry I never got to tell you good-bye, sorry I never did tell you that I love you like a granddaughter should. But most of all, I'm more sorry than I could ever say that it doesn't hurt.
I don't understand it...I do, but I don't. You're gone now, and I won't see you again, not here. It should hurt far worse than this, I know...so why don't I feel that pain? Why doesn't it tear me apart that you're gone for good? Is it really because I just can't feel pain any more? Because of Remy that I don't break down every time someone tells me they're sorry for my loss? Is that really it?
I guess losing my Remmers was the last straw. I never accepted him to be gone. I come home every day hoping to see him snoozing with Bowser in the cage instead of Elvis. But he isn't there. He's in the ground in the front yard. He's up there, with you, I suppose.
I'm still sorry that I don't feel any pain at losing you. Yet I do feel a strange emptiness. Though for all I know that's from Remmers. Maybe...maybe it will really hit me at the funeral.
With all my love,
Your granddaughter <3
Never. Again. Never ever ever.
I never want to fight with you again, especially not like that. I had the worst morning because I thought for sure you hated me. I thought you really didn't want to speak to me again. And it was my fault, in a way...I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. No, I shouldn't have.
But maybe you needed it. Maybe you needed to have me telling you to just get over it. Which you do. So your brother gets a 15-minute privilege for the week. Who cares?! That's no reason for you to text me complaining about how much you hate him! I did have good reason for saying what I did. I'm tired of you telling me about your "stupid, lazy, inconsiderate, spoiled brother," and then have you come to school as frustrated as heck and taking it all out on us! And then you wonder why everyone treats you the way they do!
I'm just tired of it. You need to freaking grow. up. I put up with enough crap from everyone else without you adding more stress to it all. You think they're all hypocrites? How can you accuse them of not listening to our teacher's lessons when you aren't even listening yourself? And don't you dare deny it, because we all know you. We know you fall asleep in class, we know how you treat everyone, we know how you do the exact opposite of what those lessons teach.
Look...I know you're sorry for everything you said to me this morning. You apologized very sincerely to me two or three times. But...you blew it. I trusted you, at least as much as it's possible for me to do. Now I don't know if I really can. I don't know if you're going to just up and leave like everyone else. Because that's basically what those texts said to me.
No, I'm not going to fight with you about it. I never want to fight with you again. But you need to grow up. Of course I forgive you, but that doesn't mean I still trust you like I did.
Good luck earning it back.
With a confused and lonely feeling,
Your best friend
Dear Grandpa,
I'm sorry. I'm just so, so sorry. I'm sorry I never bonded with you like a granddaughter is supposed to. I'm sorry I never got to tell you good-bye, sorry I never did tell you that I love you like a granddaughter should. But most of all, I'm more sorry than I could ever say that it doesn't hurt.
I don't understand it...I do, but I don't. You're gone now, and I won't see you again, not here. It should hurt far worse than this, I know...so why don't I feel that pain? Why doesn't it tear me apart that you're gone for good? Is it really because I just can't feel pain any more? Because of Remy that I don't break down every time someone tells me they're sorry for my loss? Is that really it?
I guess losing my Remmers was the last straw. I never accepted him to be gone. I come home every day hoping to see him snoozing with Bowser in the cage instead of Elvis. But he isn't there. He's in the ground in the front yard. He's up there, with you, I suppose.
I'm still sorry that I don't feel any pain at losing you. Yet I do feel a strange emptiness. Though for all I know that's from Remmers. Maybe...maybe it will really hit me at the funeral.
With all my love,
Your granddaughter <3
