Long time acquaintance gone sour.

With pen in hand I stared at the blank page in front of me. I willed for the blue lines to help me figure out the best way to go about this. I bit the top of my pen and tapped my fingers nervously. It took me a while to decide to even do this, and that dead tree would be the best way to do it. But now, looking at the paper, I was losing courage.

Touching my pen to the paper I wrote "Dear John" in surprisingly smooth curvy strokes. I guess I was expecting my hands to be shaking. I looked at those to words and laughed to myself. Yeah, I pretty much was writing a dear john letter. The guy's name was really John, but we had never been an item.

I look at the overcast through my window and wondered if that is what the problem was. However, looking back, I wonder how he was even a friend. I had just moved to a new elementary school mid semester and was whacking a stick against a tree, and he picked up a stick and asked if he could join. It took a while for the teachers to get use to the fact that we were playing. When there was no recess during high school we'd goof off before school, if there was time. Then we went our separate ways for college, joined different branches of the military. Got married, had kids, divorced... You know, life happened apart. Sure we were friends on social media, but we almost never talked. I don't make a habit of going through my friends information, if I notice it on my wall, cool, if not, I don't care.

"Part of me wishes life was still simple. That things could just be made to feel better by picking up a stick and whacking clumsily at a tree." I picked up my pen and read over the line a few times. Wondering, if this was the right start, but at least now I had a feeling of where to go.

"You were there for me, in a way that I will never forget." The scratches of the pen were comforting as I continued on.

"You were never intrusive about how I felt, you just let me be me. I don't know has been going on in your life, and I know you don't know what is going on in mine. We have both changed, I am not sure if it is for the better or not." I paused again, wondering if I should just scrap this or should I let it play out.

"I do not appreciate you coming up to me, at a work party, and addressing my personal life loudly. First of all, you do not work at my company, therefore you should not have been there. Second, there is absolutely no reason that anybody outside of my choosing should know about my sexual life. Yes, I posted a joke about it on social media, but very few people from work are my friends. Third, a book staring christan grey is a poor place to get any information to BDSM." I growled at the memory of sitting at the bar joking around with one of my coworkers when he gets on the stage set up for karaoke and basically accused me of sleeping with everybody. Oh yeah, he used my full name and pointed to me, just to make sure that everybody knew who he was talking about.

"For your information, "Polyamory" does not mean that I sleep with everybody. I just means that I have more than one partner." Stupid uneducated people twisting information based off tiny bit of normally the wrong bit of information. I chewed on the pen some more. I debated on how I where I wanted to go with this.

"It saddens me to say this, but until you are willing to be more open-minded, or at least closed-mouth, I do not think we should be friends any more." Kiss it, keep it simple stupid.

"I hope you have a wonderful life. ~me" I signed it, shoved it in an envelope and smirked at the memory of walking up to him on the stage and laying him out with one punch, after that I pushed him off the stage with my foot, and then I calmly walked out.

I'll drop this off in his mail box on the way to work. Time to find out what my coworkers think of the quiet girl now.

#dearjohn