You were simply the most toxic person I have ever involved myself with. Every day was a battle. Lots of love, though. I hope you're at least somewhat happy now. But if you could please stop speaking so poorly of someone who only tried to help? I don't expect it to happen—I am aware that you've backed yourself into a corner and feel like you have to defend a story that no one else is arguing. Thanks for the reputation.

Oh! And thanks for cheating. That was a surprise. No wonder you're cowering. Also, I was good in bed. Not you.
—Happy with someone else

You were so wrong for me; so serious and intellectual in a way that made me question my own intelligence. We had very different interests and you were emotionally unavailable. God knows I have moved on and that I don’t think you could have ever really made me happy, but I will never forget the sex. It was easily the best I have ever had. I have tried to block that memory out but you and your freaking mouth haunt me. Hope you find someone to really love who really appreciates it.
—Begrudging admirer

I was in a hell of a state, not doin' good, away from home and going to school. You were the most beautiful and charming girl I'd ever met and I proceeded to fuck up real hard just trying to talk to you.
This happened years ago. I can't say i enjoy the memory. I don't believe you're going to read this, but I still remember you clear as day. As painful as the recollection is, I can't seem to get rid of it.
Well if you do remember me, I hope you don't think I'm too pathetic.—Maybe my brain problems will erase you one day

I previously wrote about my woes of being evicted by my longtime landlords, signed CrustyinColeHarbour. As it turns out, that eviction was the best damn thing to happen all year! I had no idea just how miserable that dingy, overpriced basement apartment was making me until I found my lovely sunny new apartment with a view of the harbour with a lot less noise for a lot less dough! Win win and win!
—Diggin' downtown

It occurred to me around two years ago that I was never going to get any closure from our “relationship”. I tried so hard to make you happy and show you that I cared, but you only seemed to have any real interest in me when I had given up and decided to move on. Why is that? Did you ever regret the way you handled things? I still think of you from time to time, and now carry a strange fear of crossing paths. You have probably moved since we lost touch, but last year I moved into your old neighborhood. Sometimes, I almost expect to see you come around the corner in your suit on your bike.
—Girl who loved you

This crunchy newspaper probably isn't going to land on your counter anyway, but I just gotta get this out. Not talking about it is killing me. Not talking to you is just dandy, 'cause the arguments destroyed our love. But we're family. We have a kid together. I have come to realize that I deserted you—because the threat of being deserted was too much and my genetic response took over.
Well, the government took over, technically. I was the weak one and it was in my face all the damn time, between running from you and running back to you, getting that baby bonus—and now my whole family's dirt poor in the wake of trying to help you get your shit together. I love the memories of when things actually were working. We had synergy and it was powerful. We're so much more powerful when it's shared. You're unlike anyone ever, bold to the bone, steely, silly, sexy. I love you so much for raising our daughter. She's the most perfect thing I've ever seen, and I know you're committed to this.
—Soul Fam

I started to fall for you, which I knew would happen, because I know myself. Which is why I had to pull the plug. You're not mine to have, and anything else would be lying to myself. I am a little heartbroken, but I've been through worse. You are the kindest, most generous person I have ever met, and a little heartbreak is worth having had the chance to know you. Time to pick myself back up and move forward. —Sorry You Picked The Wrong Girl

I'm a gay, 37-year-old mental health professional living in Vancouver. It's not working out TBH.

My career is stagnant, I can't afford anything living wise and can't find the right guy.  Been feeling a weird pull towards Halifax. Almost every day I hear, read or see something about Halifax.

Is it worth uprooting myself? I made a really good life for myself here with friends and activities. The same activities (curling, softball, pup play) seem to exist there too. Advice? —Wannabe Ex-Van'ster

I've had a crush on someone for a long while now. He doesn't want to talk to me so the only thing left is to walk away.  Almost two years I've been dreaming about you and now I'm erasing your image from my mind. I wish you the best of everything not my man in a suit. I loved your hugs. —Broken to pieces

What's up with today?!? Is it so frosty out there and are we all so insecure and neurotic that real-connection, that which is initiated on an emotional, or dare I say it 'spiritual' level is rendered impossible?!?

Well, seeing as the one I love is emotionally-retarded, I guess its going to be a long and lonely haul, yet, I guess there's worse things in life... still, it's a bumper.

If you're reading this, Ms. World, with your guitar, I officially GIVE UP. Yes, I'm nuttier than a fruit-cake but, you should SERIOUSLY look at yourself too. All that glitz and glamour has twisted your mind and all your yes-pals won't dare say it.

I would've loved you if you were a librarian or a janitor too.

Now, you're going to grow old, and one day you'll see that I was right... go on, press your company and lover now, and you'll see they fall short.

As Mr. Williams so sang "Someday you'll call my name and I won't answer"

Adios —I'll always love you but, in this life, I can't stand you