Thursday, July 21, 2005

Going out with a BANG!

I leave tomorrow for 10 days, so this will probably be my last post until I get back the first week of August. I thought I'd share this FICTIONAL email with you all.

***WARNING*** No children! No sensitive eyes!!!!

The Best Dang Divorce Letter Ever:

My darling...

I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me.

I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride has cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.

Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says, "There's no one like you, darling." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamiingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.

She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's so superficial.

What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive wife? I doubt it. And I've never really thought of that before.

I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I've tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. I didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. I'm going crazy without you! And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant til later, but that's not the real story.

Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us or not. And all of the sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Because I can't help thinking, "Why didn't my darling ever put the mirror on the floor?? We've had this old vanity for what? 14 years and we never used it as a sex toy."

Saturday, your sister dropped by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicki is just a kid and all, but she's go a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together. She really is. So we were doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think about how much she looks just like you did when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.

And then it turns out Vicki is really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?? It's true, darling! In your heart, you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same, please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote control is?!





Brenda Bradshaw said...

This, btw, was not written by yours truly.

Suzan Hyssen said...

That is hilarious.

Great site--here via Romance Divas. Have a great time in Reno!

Nic said...

I'd castrate the bastard with my .45 if that were my man. Lucky for him it's not.

Anonymous said...

It lost me at "the wounded little boy in me". I'm all for fantasy but no guy would EVER say that, hell, no guy would ever even THINK that. Unless he was gay and in therapy.

Not that there's anything *wrong* with that.

And to not be anon I have to actually register on this thing. Pfft.


Diane said...

This is hysterical. Give that man an operation.

Karyn Lyndon said...

Funny stuff! Are you going to DARA...maybe I'll see you there!

Gina Ritter said...

Oh my! I read it out loud to my husband - we were howling with laughter. Thanks for the laugh *sigh*

Eva Gale said...

That is hysterical. Thanks for the laugh.

Guru said...

That was very funny.

I'll bet he was pulling for the "find the remote" option and not the "get together" option at this point, don't you?

Ruthie said...

Hey, Bren! Talk about a little knowledge being a dangerous thing. Guys this millenium know just enough sensitive guy lingo to be manipulative. So, typical.

Trace said...

LOL! That's hysterical!

Dadio said...

Sounds like my brother-in-law.

Anonymous said...

Throat Yogurt?! Maybe I live under a rock - but I have never heard *that* one before. LOL

BTW - This is Kat!

Anonymous said...

Do *women* actually think that's funny?

Brenda Bradshaw said...

Well, I'm a woman, and I thought it was a freakin' riot.

But I'm kinda pervy and off-center to begin with.

Anonymous said...

I just couldn't imagine a guy getting that much being that suicidal. :)

Humiliator said...

thanks for the link, I bookmarked it and keep that picture up, you're cute... grin