Found on the Refrigerator One Morning:
My Dear Wife, You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 57 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 22-year-old secretary at the
When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:
My Dear Husband, I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 57 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 57 years old. As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your secretary, is 22 years old. As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference: 22 goes into 57 a lot more times than 57 goes into 22. Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.
“Familys are hard to handle” people make it sound so nice. Tv makes familys so sweet nd happy. Then we look at our familys nd see how different they are. We read posts on fb that our friend reposted from someone else. Nd those say all these good things about family or some lesson. At the end it says like or shear if u love ur family. They are so quick to shear or like the status or picture. Nd the rest of us just stare at it not knowing what to do. If we like it or shear it won’t it be a lie? That’s what we think. All of us angry at the world for puting us here. For makeing these people who suppose to be there for u so cruel. These people who ur suppose to run to for protection nd safety are the people u run away from nd don’t trust. We wonder why do we have to go through this pain nd sadness. We’re not alone yet we feel so lonely. Even with all our friends around we lie to them nd put on a smile. We joke nd laugh nd giggle. Act silly nd we forget for that moment what we truly feel. But if we’re left alone for a second the feeling of loneliness comes back. Nd we lie again. What is the lesson from this loneliness we’re suppose to learn?
Someone plz tell me how. How a person who was saved so many times by his\her family dose not say thank u. But fucks up more blaming every thing on the people who helped him\her. How can someone who was saved by his/her mother say such mean things about her to other people. Even in front of her. Drunk or not. Then use anger to say they payed her back or she used my money. Or use violence to shut up anyone who proves them wrong. People like that can be nice to the people they hurt. But they don’t say sorry. Cause the truth is they don’t really care. They just don’t have anything at that moment. But once they get a job a girl\boyfriend they show their true colors. But notthing lasts forever. Those people will wake up one day nd realize what their family sacrificed for them. Nd what pain they caused them. But it might be too late for that sorry their familys are waiting for. Too late to show them the respect that they deserved. It will be too late nd they will be alone with their old nd new problems with noone to turn to for help.
Emotionally everyone struggles…no living person is with out emotional pain of some sort. Yet we keep most of if not all of the pain hidden inside until one day we blow up in a fit of rage or tears. But that doesn’t solve how fucked up we are for keeping it all inside or dose it? If it dose what is better to vent it all to someone or just let it all out to your self? nd who to vent it to so ur pain doesn’t become someone else’s joke or hearing their condescending remark like “so u think u have it bad…” Or having that person tell everyone how fucked up u are. Is it really worth the trouble to trust someone with the one thing that can push u over the edge? Or is it all just trust issues? I’d like to drive to an empty place somewhere safe nd beautiful nd just scream until I feel dizzy. But what do I have to scream about? Nd when I find such a place nd open my mouth ready to scream will any sound come out?
I wonder how people improve their selfesteem when all they hear are negative feed back from every one who’s opinion matters….I haven’t had much luck nd all I see are happy with them self people so I wonder what’s their secret.
There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you– – just listen to
The voice that speaks inside. ~Shel Silverstein