dear DD,
i bloody love you, but please stop waking up at night just for a cuddle, and just long enough to make sure i'm properly awake. it's been a year now, i need just one night!
dear DP,
i love you so much, and you say you love me, but i'm sick of always making the first move. after all that shit with her you're supposed to be showing me that you love me, and that i can trust you, and that this is worth something. i know you work long, hard, boring hours, but you coming to me for a kiss once in a while, or even telling me you love me without me having to say it first, like you used to, would go a long way.
dear X,
you are a disgrace. a selfish, undeserving disgrace at that. try putting down the weed and the alcohol, especially around your DCs, and try doing something, something actually productive about your situation. you've had more help and support than anyone could ever ask for, so what's the excuse now? yes, it was a horrible, horrible thing to happen, but what you did about 6 weeks later, and ever since, pretty much negated any whinging/whining/excuses. i've actually cried for DCs on more than one occasion.
p.s. the fact you couldn't understand why we wouldn't bring DD into your house when the smell of weed was so bad it made my eyes water pretty much defines the whole situation for me.
p.p.s. if you're going to broadcast things, don't cherry pick. please remember, there are people that know the full details.
dear little ones,
i am so, so, so sorry. i felt like a complete waste of space for having to leave you there. you deserve so much better. i'm so sorry 