Sins Of My Sisters

Dear Dick,

I trust that even if you haven't opened your one eye and read the news lately you've gotten wind of the newest, fastest divorcing celebrity couple (maybe you caught a sharp pain like Morris Chestnut's character in Breakin All The Rules when Gabrielle Union's character chopped off her hair). That divorce is an example of what happens when you guys get blinded by booty, I mean beauty, even when it's manufactured in Europe and assembled in the United States, the idea of seeking for more is foreign. You get used to finance it and then get mad at us because you got played. I would suggest you get a grip on yourself. You claim you hold onto your feelings because of how some of the women you've run into are, but you sound as bitter as the taste you leave in my mouth. I'm saying like a No Limit Soldier, It Ain't My Fault! Why hold THAT against me instead of your loving self, or withhold the feelings you know you want to have, from me? I know we suffer the sins of our fathers, but I'm tired of paying for the sins of my sisters, too. A friend of mine posted on fb something to the effect of 'we're not them' - the them that didn't love you right, that used you, lied to you, stressed you, cheated on you, abandoned you - so let's just deal with us. I miss you hanging around me. Let's put all that behind and let me help you grow so I can stroke you with the love I have inside me. Can we do that?

Love,
Me