Tuesday August 15th 2006, 12:40 am
Filed under: Hate Letters,Love Letters

Mrs. Buhl,

Quicksilver tells me to get over it. “Get a grip,” he says. Bjorn offers suggestions for distractions. “Do some jumping jacks, play violin, run around naked,” she tells me. Mary says that she’s been there, that things will get better with time. “Wow, she really had that much affect on you?” mary asks surprisingly. Morgan, my friend in Arizona, told me I’m young and beautiful. “You’ll get over her, you have your whole life in front of you,” she optimistically said. Maria, my friend from work sympathizes with my psychosis, but still says, “you’ll work your way through this.” My mother tells me I have too much to offer to worry about one girl. “You have so much to give the world, don’t be sad about that.” My bother, whose girlfriend just left him, empathizes with me by telling me “yeah, that sucks man.” Boomer, my friend from Chico, tells me to keep a strong head. He says, “Player, stay strong”. Kaity, my ex-girlfriend form high school tells me, “you’re so special. Why let one just ruin that?” Alexia, my best girl-friend tells me how hideous you are. “Mindy’s way too skinny and ugly for you.” Josephine from Los Angeles keeps reminding me how loved I am by all my friends in there. “We love and miss you Mister,” she says. Corey, my most inspirational Artist friend, who thinks in terms of tangents and trajectories, continues to boast about the good times. “Wha-hoo!” he shouts over the phone to me. My father, who’s been through a few divorces, tells me about the pain it caused him, but how there’s light at the end of the tunnel. “For a few months, you fell like the world is ending. You fell like you’re dying. And then, all of the sudden, it’s over, and you wonder what you ever saw in the girl.” Phil, my cousin in Glendale, reminds me that we’ve all been fucked over by someone, and how it doesn’t really ever get any easier. “You just have to learn to cope with it,” he says. Even you, my dear wife, have offered me advise as how to deal with this situation. “Stop self-loathing. Get over it. Move on.” With all these words of advice, one would suspect I’d be doing better than I am right now. However, I don’t think there are any words that can stop the pain from inside me. None.

–Mr. Donham

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