Dear Scotty

Scott, you've hurt me bad.  Yesterday the whole family was together, having a nice time. Playing the new Milton Bradley game called 'Monster Home Run' (TM).  Little Kouz was running around (these kids grow up so fast) and he was saying 'home run, home run.'  It started getting late and everything was going so well that Bud called and invited you over.  He said it would be different this time, not to worry, he wouldn't let you hurt me.  I trusted him, like I trusted you.  I could tell something wasn't right.  You came in and you up and hit the first person you saw! Such violence!  After that, you were just wild, throwing things everywhere, destroying our new Milton Bradley game, stealing from our friend Maddux (he's so old already, why steal from an old man?).  I can't go on like this, with you destroying what the rest of us are trying to build.  From now on, I don't want to see you unless it's before 8.  Bud's too nice a guy, but I've told him to drag you out, by force, if you start pulling this kind of crap around me again.  Anyway, I've met someone else.  He hasn't been around long, but things are going really well so far.  Heath is good to me. He takes care of me.  Sure, he's not the shapeliest guy, maybe a little too fond of the cookies, but I can lean on him when things are tough.  And, Scott, that hasn't been the case with us in years.  I know, I know, you'll say that this is just like the fling I had with that Meredith kid last year, where he was all I could talk about.  Maybe it is.  But I'm taking my chances.

I wish it didn't have to end like this. But Goodbye Scott.  Good luck wherever you end up.