To You:
You exert no effort to be involved in her schooling all year, and then you suddenly act surprised that she has a “promotion in doubt” letter? Hello! You have a beautiful and clever little space cadet there, and she is not going to be all she can, if you don’t get involved. I am NOT enough.
And To You:
Sadly, I realize that little dishonest bit of his - the one that’s made you very upset and humiliated - is something I so would have done a few years ago. In fact, I did do it. A few times. And not to spare anyone’s feelings - to prolong interest. Yuck.
YOU!
I don’t completely agree with your recent praise, as I am no J.K. Rowling, but it does make me feel good. For the longest time, I felt you didn’t approve of what I’m doing with my life. You probably think - or have thought - that I don’t finish things, that I’m too dreamy. “Whatever happened to law school? To medical school? To that graduate program?” I’m figuring things out right now, and lately, that feels promising.
And You:
I’m still trying to get comfortable after days of wanting to beat myself up for loving you.
Believe it or not, You:
Your birthday’s Saturday. I sent a card. It’s not a secret that I wish you’d send a card, a note, something back and let me know how you are. I used to think time stopped when I left a place, and in Odem that kind of happened. It’s that stagnant there. I know the place we lived together is different. It’s probably barely recognizable now. It would never feel the same as it used to feel to me then anyway. I really, sincerely hope you’re well. (I think you’re reading this. Am I right?)
Let’s not forget You:
Just wondering why I’m no longer a favorite of yours… I have an ego, and it kind of smarts that I’m not listed as a favorite anymore. Is it because I never commented? That I seem mean? That you just got over me? I’m just curious, because I had been really flattered. Oh, well.
And lastly YOU:
I thought you were really nice and fun today. I could see us hanging out as friends. I am so not hitting on you. Seriously. If I ever see you again, I’ll be embarrassed about this, but I don’t care. I’m awkward. You seemed cool. I’d be open to hanging out sometime.
male student issues
daddy issues
bf issues
ex bf issus
future bf issues
someone has issues
Don’t forget fat, jealous, anonymous noter issues.
These type of entries from you drive me nuts. “Who is she talking about? Did she break up with Cade? Who did she enjoy hanging out with? Is this a new love interest?”
It’s like a big time cliffhanger at the end of the season of your favorite show. MY GOD, the AGONY. Haha.
I hope she broke up with Cade. Then I can finally make my move…………on Cade!
Love,
Cade’s Mom
Kind of Creepy Cade’s Mom.
“Cade’s mom” is an imposter obviously. Some people on the internet are so weird.
I don’t really understand the Cade’s mom comment, either. I’m assuming it’s not Cade’s real mom, because she’s mastered the whole punchline idea…or so I think. Some people on the Internet are indeed weird, and perhaps don’t edit their comments to make sure they make sense?
Update: Cade’s mom did not leave the oddly Oedipal sentence a few comments up. She didn’t think it made much sense, either.