To "The Group":

I felt so at home, so comfortable with you. Our relationship started almost 5 years ago, slowly you consumed my time and thoughts. I was with you at least 3 days a week. Now, I have cut most of my ties. I have a few friends on the inside still, but just to keep up with what is being said about me….childish, but whatever.

In the beginning of our relationship I felt at ease with only being part of the outer circle of the group, a once-a-week-er (no a real word, but you get my drift). Then slowly, your tentacles came reaching, begging for new warmth, new thoughts and ideas…awesome I have a ton! These tentacles, as I now know, are deceitful….new warmth is what they want, new warmth that will ride along with the old and mundane. Well, I was promised an outlet for new ideas in search of new growth, you LIED and now I’m OUT and I’m taking all those I brought with me…all my ideas, all my friends and you are going to be SCREWED.

It is now so obvious, the operator of all the tentacles, is imbedded deep within the newbies can’t see who the operator is. Well, newsflash, the operator is a guy who is so deceitful when you look into his eyes, you don’t see the love and warmth that the group oozes, you see the deep pits of horrible teenage acne for which I am sure he was relentlessly tormented and has left bitterness in his soul.

The break-up of this relationship has been long coming and the final straw on this camels back…the operator rather than being a decent human lashed out a tentacle and rather than lour in a new person, threw out a long-standing family deep from within the comforting walls of the deceitful group. Threw us out as if to say “WE are better than you, lowly unimportant beings, be gone with you.” Well that’s fine, we are gone and this side of the relationship has potential for growth and truth.

I feel sorry for the operator and all his people who are unknowingly stuck in his grasp. When they finally start to fight against the tentacles that weigh down their thoughts and compromise their moral values, it will be an ugly fight. Until then, I shall watch from afar these people I care about deep in the strangling tentacles of the operator carry on because they know no better.

YOU, “the Group” are DUMB and LAZY. WAKE UP, GET OUT, ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE FREE THINKING WONDERFUL PEOPLE AGAIN. Until then, I shall carry on. I just hope there is room for you in my life when you wake up.

~ME

Dear M,

You aren’t my ex, not really anyways. We were seeing each other in high school, but you chose her over me. And then you went off to college. We kind of kept in contact but nothing too extensive. Then you came home and I was single, actually for awhile I was not so single, but it didn’t really matter.

Now here we are a year later still playing our little game. I love our game, I want you to know that, and I love you. So why am I writing a letter to my ex when you obviously aren’t? Because I’m really scared that you’re going to be. I’m terrified that when I do finally get to call you mine I’ll fuck it up and lose you. I’m not sure if I’m willing to face the reality.

I don’t think it will be very long until you and I are actually together and that is so scary. At this point I can’t really lose you, but if we’re together I can. I do not want you to be my ex!

I have this terrible habit of getting bored and cheating on people. I am completely dedicated to not cheating on you or doing any other number of stupid things to put our relationship in jeopardy. I can’t tell you all of this because I’m afraid that you’ll think I’m crazy or just a flat out cheater.

So there you have it. Hopefully I’ll never have to write a letter to my ex about you.

Love,

Me.

Hello, this is Your Ex

Thank you for spending time on this site. I'm so excited that my little project seems to be working. We have already had 12 contributors in just a little over a month and 15 page views today alone. I hope that everyone is enjoying reading the letters.

I wanted to talk about a few things. First off, if you like Letters to My Ex, please share the link to the blog with as many people possible. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, whatever. We want to get the word out about what we're doing here; everyone needs a safe place to share.

I realized that I didn't make it clear what kind of system was running the site. I am Your Ex and this is my site, I run it 99% of the time. There are 2 other site moderators that can get in to check our emails for new letters and comments.

"Letters" does not have to refer to a big, long formal letter. It can be a short email, a picture with something written on it (think PostSecret), whatever you want. We do not have policies in place about cursing, rude language, etc; I believe that it is important for you to be able to say whatever you need to.That being said, if something offends you, you are pretty much just going to have to not read that letter or possibly this site anymore. I will defend every one's right to free speech, even if that speech upsets someone.

 Thank you to everyone that has sent something in. Anything you send will be kept private. We don't save email address and we delete the original as soon as we send a reply that your letter has been posted and the link to it. Also feel free to send questions or anything really, we love hearing from you and we'll get back to you usually within an hour or two.

Have a great Memorial Day weekend.

Love,
Your Ex

Dear JAS,

You stole my heart at a very young age. You were my first boyfriend. You were my first kiss. You were my first love. We were great together at first. You helped me raise my siblings, helped me through my parents’ divorce & you were there every day just to see me. Here’s the thing though when you left my house you turned in to a monster. You were smoking a lot of pot and fooling around with God only knows how many girls. The day I finally figured it out it was far too late. I was a freshman in high school. You left my house because my grandma showed up and went and fucked her. Because I wasn’t ready to have sex with you, I was only 14. You should have known better. You should have kept it in your damn pants. Because then when my best friends boyfriend had to tell me you cheated on me with her, that was a low blow. Then yet again you lied straight to my face and said you weren’t going to that stupid dance and you showed up with her. I am glad I have the friends that I have because they were smart enough to know to make sure I stayed at my house so that I didn’t total your car because of how pissed off I was at you. They did let me punch you in the face which felt great. Then  when we did get back together you had changed for about a month, you had me wrapped around your finger again. Then you went to jail and you came crawling back. I truly hope that now after your last stay in jail you have finally pulled your head out of your ass. But I know you haven’t.  Now because of you I have to pull myself together when I see you. I try not to break down when I smell you. And when I hear your name my blood boils because of how pissed off I still am and how you still hold a big part of my heart that I cannot seem to regain no matter how hard I try.

Your Ex.

Dear C,

I don't hate you. I don't love you. I've moved beyond that years ago.

There is no eloquence I can muster for this, there is no consolidation. There is no need to be consoled. I don't even think of you anymore aside from the rare fleeting moment, and even then it's accompanied by laughter and the words: “What was I thinking when I said I was going to marry that?”

I may not care as you ex, I may not care because of what we had, but I care because I knew the man underneath beforehand. My friend. My brother.

The point of this is: Get better and stop doing stupid stuff now that I'm not around to mother you out of it. You're an adult.

I'm not doing it for you, who was my lover. I'm doing it for him, who was my brother. I hate to see old friends ruin themselves.

Let's see him try and do some good for a change.

Sincerely.

S.H.

Dear A,

I write this letter to tell you of a sadness left in my soul because of you. We met through friends as freshmen in high school. You were dating someone else, I was not. She dumped you for another and you picked me up. You and I went on 1 date...movie and a drink at Ken-Taco-Hut...such a date!

Apparently I was quite the catch because she came running and we were over. As my first “boyfriend” I was hurt. Your friendship has been such a blessing over the years, but our “relationship” was doomed because of a bitch blond you were looking to make jealous. I don't appreciate being the second choice...it sucks.

Forever your 1 date girlfriend.

R

B

Your mom calls you that. Unfortunately, that's also what m family has always called my cousin. B. I hate it, because whenever Grams calls him that, your face flashes in my mind's eye.

I tried not to have feelings for you. Lucky for you, I'm a sucker for pretty much anyone who has feelings for m. Or is a male friend. Or pays attention to me. I fall easily, which is why I built all those walls. I was tired of rejection time and time again. But you didn't reject me, did you? Not at first. You waited until you broke down those walls, made me fall in love with you.

It was more than the fight with the youth group that tore us apart, B. It was that you didn't trust me, and more, I didn't really trust you. I thought I did. I tried, but there was still so much I needed to work through my own, that I wasn't ready to have someone else along for the ride.

You were ready to plan your future with me. Ready to think about homes and places to live and places to travel and KIDS! I didn't even know who I was yet and I'm sorry I hurt you trying to find out who that was. I never wanted to hurt you. I did love you and I wanted to want that life with you, I just wasn't ready. And I didn't know how to tell you that.

I was so mad for so long that you chose your mom and...that other girl, and their conniving ways. But honestly, that's not what tore us apart. I did. And I'm sorry.

But please, please, for the love of the man that I know you can be, stop screwing around with those stupid, slutty girls. You are going to catch something. You're also going too regret this someday, because I honestly believe you're a good guy deep down inside. I'm sorry I screwed you up.

Your Ex