It’s been a few days since I dumped Casey and she’s finally stopped calling. When I come home from the gym, there’s an envelope with my name on it taped to the front door of my apartment. I try to remember what Casey’s handwriting looks like but can’t.
When I open the envelope I find out that it’s not from Casey, it’s from her mom, and this is what it says:
Dear Breaker of My Daughter’s Heart,
I know you might find it strange that I’m writing you a letter instead of Casey, but you should know she’s finally come to her senses and decided to never speak to you again after what you did. I told her she should write you a letter just so she could get out everything she needs to get out, but she refused. Well, I don’t quite have the same restraint.
I can’t believe you dated my daughter for so long and even went so far as to propose to her only to end things the way you did. You are the most miserable and ungrateful person I think I may have ever had the displeasure of meeting and I for one have absolutely no regrets that my daughter didn’t wind up marrying the likes of you. My only regret is that she wasted so much of her own time and so much of her family’s time on you.
I consider myself lucky because Casey’s sister has found a man who loves her for who she is and has been able to give me a grandchild. But I also consider myself very unlucky in that I’m not positive Casey will ever be able to give me the joy of a grandchild because I’m sure it will be a long time before she’s ready to try men again and you’re to blame. I hope that stays with you.
Just for the record, when Casey told us she was engaged to you, I was not immediately happy, and even after trying to convince myself that it was a good thing, I was never fully satisfied with my daughter bringing someone like you into our family and neither was Casey’s father.
I wish that I could somehow warn every woman on the planet what a cruel and unfeeling person you are so in the future other girls won’t suffer the same misery my daughter has, but after witnessing your behavior this weekend in the Griddle I have no doubt that you will remain alone for the rest of your life, and that thought comforts me a great deal.
In closing I’d just like to let you know that when you come to your senses in a month or so and realize that you threw away the best thing that ever happened to you by ending your relationship with my daughter and with the Childress family, it will be too late. Casey will never accept your apology and neither will I. You have made the biggest mistake of your life.
Sincerely,
Anne Childress
I fold the letter back up and put it back in its envelope. I know I will probably never read the letter again, but something makes me want to keep it, so I put it in the latest issue of Playboy, which is sitting on my coffee table.
As I take a shower I wonder if I should write Casey’s mom a response letter. I decide against it based on the lack of interest I have in ever communicating with her again. I wonder if I should write a letter to Casey. I decide against this based on the possibility that Casey might misinterpret something I write as a chance to get back together and start calling me every five minutes again.
In the shower I reach for the soap and notice Casey’s sponge thing. I remember a specific time we fucked in my shower and she washed my cock with that sponge thing after we finished. I wash my cock with her sponge thing and get an immediate hard-on, but refuse to jerk off on principle.