Dear Mrs. Right,
Whether you are aware of it or not, which I believe you are, Mr. Left, has been overstepping his mark for quite some time with his obstreperous and unbearably controlling behaviour. He has been consistently causing trouble with a most despicable audacity, as though he was the only brain on the block.
I know that you don't really see him as a problem, probably because you're just one of those brains that never sees any problem, but I didn't know who else to turn to.
I've tried leaving post-it notes around and a sketch pad and pencil in the hope that after grokking one of the many pictorial or written messages I've left strewn about the house, he'll take a few more holiday's during the course of a day. But you know him, he's simply unyielding, claiming that he's got a tight ship to run and that there's no time to lose if we have to get 'there'.
I had no idea where 'there' was, and unfortunately before I even had time to articulate the question he was reminding me of a horrible memory and linking this memory's events to many more times that consequently followed the beginning, telling me how perturbed and burdened I must be by this pattern that was obviously emerging for a cataclysmic ending. And the worst thing all, was that he was also checking off the grocery checklist in the supermarket - as though the words he had said didn't mean anything more than; can of corn, check.
Naturally I couldn't handle it and when I wheeled towards the canned tuna section, three strides on, I started crying. Blubbering like some giant baby, actually. It was horrible, standing there for a good ten minutes or so I felt so alone, so completely alone. A rotund woman consoled me in a torso of bosoms, saying that she understood and not to cry because they have ordered the organic tuna for next week but I knew then after I shouted abuse at this strange woman holding me, that I had to write to you.
There's got to be something that we can devise together to oust this guy out. I've thought about it for a long time and I understand that it may be an ineffable experience for you because of the sheer nature of your indirect and flexible ways although I'm willing to take the risk and move all my things out of Mr. Left's house, if that's what it takes.
I wait patiently for your answer...
Your loyal friend,
Tanya
Whether you are aware of it or not, which I believe you are, Mr. Left, has been overstepping his mark for quite some time with his obstreperous and unbearably controlling behaviour. He has been consistently causing trouble with a most despicable audacity, as though he was the only brain on the block.
I know that you don't really see him as a problem, probably because you're just one of those brains that never sees any problem, but I didn't know who else to turn to.
I've tried leaving post-it notes around and a sketch pad and pencil in the hope that after grokking one of the many pictorial or written messages I've left strewn about the house, he'll take a few more holiday's during the course of a day. But you know him, he's simply unyielding, claiming that he's got a tight ship to run and that there's no time to lose if we have to get 'there'.
I had no idea where 'there' was, and unfortunately before I even had time to articulate the question he was reminding me of a horrible memory and linking this memory's events to many more times that consequently followed the beginning, telling me how perturbed and burdened I must be by this pattern that was obviously emerging for a cataclysmic ending. And the worst thing all, was that he was also checking off the grocery checklist in the supermarket - as though the words he had said didn't mean anything more than; can of corn, check.
Naturally I couldn't handle it and when I wheeled towards the canned tuna section, three strides on, I started crying. Blubbering like some giant baby, actually. It was horrible, standing there for a good ten minutes or so I felt so alone, so completely alone. A rotund woman consoled me in a torso of bosoms, saying that she understood and not to cry because they have ordered the organic tuna for next week but I knew then after I shouted abuse at this strange woman holding me, that I had to write to you.
There's got to be something that we can devise together to oust this guy out. I've thought about it for a long time and I understand that it may be an ineffable experience for you because of the sheer nature of your indirect and flexible ways although I'm willing to take the risk and move all my things out of Mr. Left's house, if that's what it takes.
I wait patiently for your answer...
Your loyal friend,
Tanya
