I've Had Enough of You

Dear Dick,

I've still not spent any time with you in a while but have had enough of you - so much that I had to give you a three day weekend this week. I'm exhausted from just communicating with you the last two weeks. I have talked to you so much and, as usual, you're all over the place. You don't think straight, if at all, and then rarely is it with your big head. I don't know if you know if you're coming or going. You were sticking your head into matters speaking as though your hard life is all that matters. You do know that your hard head makes for a soft behind. I don't think you want to explore that, nor anyone else to do so. There are a lot of you out there and, THANK GOD, you don't all think the same. I'm going to be patient because I know God has one of you just for me. Go cry and blow your nose somewhere else until you can quit spewing bitterness about having stood up for the wrong woman in your past and being distrustful and afraid. Maybe then you'll make me and Vag' jump for joy, again. I'm not mad at you. I'm just giving you room to grow. I need you to be big for me, Dick.

Love,
Me