Fuck You Letters
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keiramarcosMy parents had "a situation that resulted in a divorce" when I was five and my sister was one. We moved in with her parents where upon I fully bonded (at an atomic level) with my Cousin Stan and we became a force of nature the likes of which members of our own family will cross state lines to escape.
When I was six, my mother started dating a married man. She admits she had no business dating the man - she admitted that at the time, too. My grandmother had quite a few pointed things to say about it and she used all of her words to do it. Regardless, there was that situation and my Aunt Holy Roller who had married only the year before and found Jesus in her marital bed (ie -- she went from "no religion" to "following husband's religion") and become a Pentecostal. Though it hardly needs to be said my mother and my Aunt-So-Much-Better-Than-You-Because-I'm-Saved-Holy-Roller had a series of loud conversations about my mother's dating situation and her divorce and my aunt's opinion that my mother had no business leaving her husband to begin with. My grandmother eventually separated them and suggested that they both write a letter to each other detailing their side in a rational, thoughtful, and loving way because they were and I quote "you're sisters, goddamnit, and I'm fed up with your hollarin".
Right.
I never saw the content of either letter but my grandmother read both and she handed both letters to my mother with the instruction, "Dear, I think you should keep yours until you've calmed down and forgive her for your argument then you can decide if you really want to give it to your sister." Thirty-two years later my mother still has that letter. It's on the bottom of a box of letters with the helpful label of "Fuck You Letters". My mother is going to send them all (126 and counting) before she dies. At one time, she was going to have them sent after she died but then decided that was bullshit and she wanted to be around to make sure all the recipients are thoroughly insulted. I know for a fact there are two letters in that box for me. (What? We had a rough patch when I was in college. LOL)
Now, as to why they are called "Fuck You Letters" it is because my mother ends every single one of these letters with:
"And you can go fuck yourself if you can't handle the truth!"
My sister calls the box "The Therapy Box" and she has one of her own. I don't bother. I just say what ever the fuck I want to say to someone when they piss me off and move on.
When I was six, my mother started dating a married man. She admits she had no business dating the man - she admitted that at the time, too. My grandmother had quite a few pointed things to say about it and she used all of her words to do it. Regardless, there was that situation and my Aunt Holy Roller who had married only the year before and found Jesus in her marital bed (ie -- she went from "no religion" to "following husband's religion") and become a Pentecostal. Though it hardly needs to be said my mother and my Aunt-So-Much-Better-Than-You-Because-I'm-Saved-Holy-Roller had a series of loud conversations about my mother's dating situation and her divorce and my aunt's opinion that my mother had no business leaving her husband to begin with. My grandmother eventually separated them and suggested that they both write a letter to each other detailing their side in a rational, thoughtful, and loving way because they were and I quote "you're sisters, goddamnit, and I'm fed up with your hollarin".
Right.
I never saw the content of either letter but my grandmother read both and she handed both letters to my mother with the instruction, "Dear, I think you should keep yours until you've calmed down and forgive her for your argument then you can decide if you really want to give it to your sister." Thirty-two years later my mother still has that letter. It's on the bottom of a box of letters with the helpful label of "Fuck You Letters". My mother is going to send them all (126 and counting) before she dies. At one time, she was going to have them sent after she died but then decided that was bullshit and she wanted to be around to make sure all the recipients are thoroughly insulted. I know for a fact there are two letters in that box for me. (What? We had a rough patch when I was in college. LOL)
Now, as to why they are called "Fuck You Letters" it is because my mother ends every single one of these letters with:
"And you can go fuck yourself if you can't handle the truth!"
My sister calls the box "The Therapy Box" and she has one of her own. I don't bother. I just say what ever the fuck I want to say to someone when they piss me off and move on.
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Date: 2012-06-24 10:34 pm (UTC)Also, your LJ is one big "Fuck You" letter. It is vastly entertaining to read too.
~L
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Date: 2012-06-24 10:38 pm (UTC)so much fun to read, even if the topic isn't fun at all. keira has a way of making it sound fun at some point or another!!! :)
MfG
Lilith
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Date: 2012-06-24 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-24 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-24 10:35 pm (UTC)The idea of writing it all down does have some merit, at least the recipiants wouldn't be able to interrupt her. I don't like the idea of leaving possible evidence against me laying around though.
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Date: 2012-06-24 10:39 pm (UTC)Though I think I like your mothers 'fuck you letters' better for therapy than I do the 'fuck it book' my friend suggested after my last foul up.
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Date: 2012-06-24 11:13 pm (UTC)My mother's just been reading porn she found pretending to be romance and sharing the dirty parts with me.
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Date: 2012-06-24 11:56 pm (UTC)I tend to go the mental torture route. Chemical engineering major breaks my heart? May he get wonderful employment with Clorox and drown in a vat of bleach. Some jackass hired my 29 year old self to get on my dad's good side? He has been cast as Jabba the Hut (the resemblance was uncanny, right down to the eating habits,) and dumped in the Sarlaac pit. (I really should finish that story.)
It occurs to me that you also have no paper trail. Good job! :D
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Date: 2012-06-25 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 01:16 am (UTC)I'm so starved for acceptance and praise that I just hold in everything I want to say and I'm pretty sure one of these days I'll blow up and take a room full of people with me.
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Date: 2012-06-25 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 02:21 am (UTC)I am more like you, than like my own Mom. She would 'suck it up' and keep quiet. I tend to tell people what I think; loudly.
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Date: 2012-06-25 03:27 am (UTC)And we've all seen that your way works too. :)
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Date: 2012-06-25 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 05:33 am (UTC)"I wouldn't have to manage my anger if people could learn to manage their fucking stupidity."
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Date: 2012-06-25 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 01:14 pm (UTC)Besides, reading your rants is ever so much more entertaining than hoping for a glimpse of a fuck you letter.
Your momma rocks hard and I adore your grandmama.
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Date: 2012-06-25 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-25 09:20 pm (UTC)