Dear Jailbait:

You have to be out of your mind if you think I kept a fucking thing that belonged to Bob. Like I said, I took everything outside on the porch and changed the locks on the door. Bob didn't have to wait until midnight to get his stuff, he CHOSE to wait until midnight to get his stuff. I very clearly told him that it would be sitting outside waiting for him.

I did love him. I loved him more deeply then someone with your lack of spelling capability could ever know. But after a while, I began to see him as a fixer-upper. Someone who could change into a responsible adult if he'd just get some help with his finances and whatnot.

Stupid me. Thankfully his little tryst into statutory sent me into reality- that he won't change. At least not for me.

And I'm fine with that.

Furthermore, I could really give a shit about anything that you wrote in your "letter". Bob is in the past, and I'm not going to feel sorry for either one of you for anything that you may or may not be going through, say to each other, etc.

And finally, the last thing I want to do is turn Bob's family against him. I think he can do that well enough on his own. But if this is about me and Desiree still talking, she needs to be the one to tell me that she doesn't want to hang out with me.

I honestly think you're mistaken. It's not I that needs to get over him- the two of you need to get over me.

Now, the how to do that : first, delete this letter. Don't even think about replying.

and second- concentrate on your relationship with him, and don't drag me into it.