Dear John,
You can’t imagine how much it pains me to have to write this letter. But it has to be written and for my own sanity, I have to do it now.
John, it’s over. I just can’t stand it anymore. We’re through.
--over --
When I first heard about you, I was overwhelmed. You had everything going for you.
You were a hero. You withstood torture. You refused to leave prison unless all your fellow prisoners could leave with you.
You had your shortcomings, of course. Don’t we all? Carol wasn’t so hot when you came home, was she? But after five years in a box, you deserved to sow some wild oats. I understood why you might screw around on her.
I wasn’t too happy when you latched onto Cindy, though. All she had going for her was money and face paint. Even you knew that. But I didn’t think it was very nice to call her a trollop in front of a bunch of people. (And that OTHER word. I can’t even bring myself to type THAT one.)
But what the hell. You were a POW, after all. And that excuses a lot of your shortcomings, doesn’t it?
But now you’ve gone too far. You just aren’t the man I thought I knew. I thought you were a man of honor, but you are not. I thought you put country before ambition, but you don’t. I thought that you were a man of truth, but you are not. I thought you were a man of good judgment, but you are not. I thought you were a man I could trust, but I no longer believe I can.
Why, John? Why?
Why would you ever stoop so low as to accuse a political opponent of sponsoring sex education for kindergarten students when he was trying to find a way to protect them from sexual predators? Why, John? Why?
Why would you risk having our country placed in the hands of a totally untested religious fanatic? Why would you gamble with our future to satisfy your lust to be President? Why would you think that another pretty face who is as vindictive as they come is a good choice? Why, John? Why?
This is the last straw, John. I won’t take any more. I can’t give you any more passes. I can’t accept your excuses any longer. I won’t let your anger scare me any more. I don’t care if you were a POW.
John, you have shown me that you are NOT a man of honor. You have shown me that you DON’T have the integrity I once thought you had. You have violated me and my nation.
Good bye, John. May our paths never cross again.
Jilted