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Dear Steve,
Abby FINALLY confronted Gary about his shit. He had the nerve to ask for a divorce and I need him to lose everything. She should take him for everything. She'd do so much better with Empire Valley without him. Obviously she's horrible too but she could just be so much better if she wasn't balancing Gary's shit as well. I could handle her being herself if she wasn't attached to fucking Gary. Maybe this will lead to everything with the twins' birth coming out?
I'm sorry. I know you haven't seen it yet. I know you hate when I tell you about episodes you missed. I guess I just realized that if I didn't tell you my thoughts on this, they might die with me. It's completely stupid and pointless and I should write something else, but I want to tell you my thoughts. He's just so fucking awful. He couldn't face Abby telling him the truth so he asked for a divorce. It makes me so fucking mad that he can't take responsibility for what he's doing. He's ruining everyone around him including Ben. You know my thoughts on this, but I can't emphasize enough I need him to suffer. If I'm gone, you need to send a letter to the CBS in my honour.
I'm not sorry. I wanted to ruin this episode for you. And I wanted to laugh at your face when you get all outraged about it. You're sitting on the couch with Dustin and Lucas having the dumbest fucking conversation I've ever heard in my life right now and it's kinda pissing me off.
I am sorry. I wanted to write you a serious letter. Everyone else has gotten a serious letter. You deserve a serious letter. And yet, here I am ruining the latest episode of Knot's Landing for you as my dying words and trying not to laugh at the idea of your stupid face reading this. It's horrible. I'm horrible. All my smart words went into the other letters.
I guess it's just that if this goes poorly, I'm not going to get to ruin another episode for you or sit in your car trash talking dumb idiots or annoy Robin about the hottest celebs or steal from your glovebox and blame it on Dustin. I don't want to sit here and tell you how much you mean to me and how much you've changed my life. I want to do the other stuff instead.
I know it seems totally stupid to sit here and write about all this pointless shit. My life has been horrible for a while now. I've tried to be happy and it hasn't worked. I love my friends, but it's so hard to be normal after everything that's happened. It seems like all I do these days is sit and think about miserable shit.
But not with you. Even when I'm in my worst moods, you'll offer me a ride if you catch me walking home. You dare mock my movie picks even though you have shit taste. You think the stupidest men are cool and find the dumbest shit funny. You and Robin know the best gossip and will talk shit about it with me. It's nice. Easy.
You and Robin make me imagine what normal could be. That's what I've realized writing this letter. I don't want to sit here and write you a goodbye letter. I want to get in your car and drive home and feel like everything's not awful for a few minutes.
That's what you mean to me. I'm sorry it's not something more thoughtful, but it's a lot to me.
Love,
Max