Dear S.F.B.

When I started this little hate letter project I didn't even think one person would send one in.  I'm astounded by the participation.  I'll keep on putting them on here as long as I keep receiving them.  It's actually given me a nice little break from blogging and complaining about the shit storm that is my life right now.  Don't worry, I will return to my regular bitchy posts sometime soon.  And if I password protect the site you will be the first to know.  Thanks for playing!

Dear S.F.B,

You are the worst sister I could have been cursed with. Your skills at manipulation are unimaginable. I should have listened to myself when you told me you hoped my disease killed me and never spoken to you again. But your wordy explanations on how college changed you and how mature you are swayed me. I should have recognized that you hadn't changed when you attacked our mother in Texas, and we spent two more days in a car with no words. I should have seen a thousand signs before the day you beat me up to know that you needed to be thrown out like a bad apple.

You are the worst daughter a mother could ever imagine. You bring nothing but pain, hate, and resentment. Since day one you have been a complete pain in the ass, and it is with only slight irony that your nickname is Spawn of Satan. You forced her hand, yet you find a way to convince yourself and others that she did it because she favors me. You can never see it as simple as it is, she doesn't want to live with someone who is an abusive liar.

You have been the worst friend over these six months to the people we had in common. Maybe it's the fact that you can't be trusted that makes you so afraid of the people we knew. Maybe it's that you're afraid that I told them why we don't speak any more, and you know there is no way to defend yourself from what you did. But they know better then to think you'll ever do that to them, and would have let it go if you hadn't started to avoid them all. Even when you do call you're full of half truths and "secrets" that even they can tell you are sharing just to irritate your family.

You are the worst cousin/auntie/niece and granddaughter to my family. You avoid them as if they have the plague, and I can only imagine it's because you are embarrassed. Instead of going quietly or trying to fix relationships you tell people that we are keeping you from the children and that we don't want you at Christmas. Our family doesn't work that way and you damn well know that.

I haven't spoken to you in seven months and nothing has changed. You've never been one to let the war go, but we're adults now. I'm done, you should be too. Stop telling people things because you know it will get back to me. Stop trying to control the game, I’m not playing any more. I know that you are able to lie well enough to convince even yourself of a different truth, and this is horrifying to me. How convincing you can be when even you believe the lies you are selling. It makes my heart ache when I think of having babies, weddings, and funerals without you there. But I am done, no one treats me like this.

Sincerely,
The Girl Who Used to Be Your Sister

As long as you keep sending them, I'll keep publishing them.