Dear Jonathan,
My mother has been acting weird recently, she’s been paying a lot of attention to us, and by us, I mean Melissie and me. Not her boy toy of the month, not her oh so important friends, but us. The other day, she dragged me into her room and she said she bought a new outfit for me, when I changed into it, I could tell it was incredibly pricy.
Dear Jonathan,
Never ever hire nannies. If you ever learn anything from me, never ever hire nannies. Mom might have meant well but I came home today,(several weeks after we hired the incompetent nanny) I came home to an MIA nanny, and a Melissie on top of a counter!
Dear Cara,
Still hitting the bars every night? Too bad I can’t be there to get pissed with you. Sorry for not writing, but I’ve been well, busy. Littlebrook’s been too peaceful. Every man here is either married or uninteresting. Sure I left the city because I wanted a new start and to start my hunt again for “the one.” But I do miss the lifestyle I had when I lived downtown.
Dear Jonathan,
Maybe you were right. Maybe mom is changing. I heard her leaving the house at like 4 AM in a battered old car with a man.
Dear Jonathan,
You’re wrong. Mom’s still mad at me and refuses to even speak to me. For an adult of 28 not very mature huh? Our daily routine has become something like this:
Dear Jonathan,
My mother changing her ways? Hah! Nice joke there Jon! You should’ve seen the moment when she saw the bill being delivered. She ran outside and started flirting with the mailman as if HE was the one that we were going to pay! (See what I mean when I resemble my mother in the least? She should just go dye her hair blonde! I must’ve been my father’s child… whoever he is.)
Unfortunately for mom, she was hitting on the wrong kind of guy. He was apparently gay and was having an affair with the paper boy. Well, that’s what my mom told me but seriously, ugh pedophile much? I’m fed up with her entire act of attempting to woo the entire male population here at Littlebrook.
Dear Jonathan,
How’s it back in Hallington? I promised I’d write when we got here, so here’s my letter. We moved into this spacious house (I think it’s a shack, but with our savings it’s pretty decent) and it’s sparsely furnished. I mean sparsely. We have two beds, a couch, a pink tv (which I think my mom might’ve picked up form a garbage dump on the way here), two toilets, two showers, a refrigerator, a stove, a washing machine (which I think we could’ve lived without, I mean mom chose that over a dining table!), and a crib for Melissie. It’s hard to wake up each morning and not have anything to look forward to.
