Funniest Break up Letter EVER!

Thats a classic.

It almost makes it worth splitting up just to be able to send the letter!

Too funny

That one actually made me LOL.

Awe man, since my divorce I have been a very Happy Bachelor.

But Eric this is way to cool. This fucking letter makes me want to get with a chick, and after a lill while send her one of those.

This is the devil in me talking, it's not really me

dutch oven.. ehehehehe

It's a lot funnier when you copy and paste the whole thing. Oh wait, only I have the whole thing:

Love?s Bitter Ashes

A US Forest Service employee has been charged with setting the fire that
scorched more than 100,000 acres in Colorado. Forestry technician Terry Barton
admitted igniting the disastrous fire while burning a letter from her estranged
husband. But what could have provoked such passion and ultimately such
devastation?

Dear Terry,

I know the counselor said we shouldn?t contact each other during our
?cooling off? period, but I couldn?t wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I?d
never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking.
Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it
was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed
that.

But now I see that my pride?s cost me a lot of things. I?m tired of
pretending I don?t miss you. I don?t care about looking bad anymore. I don?t care who
makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it?s time we let our
hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says?

There?s no one like you, Terry. I look for you in the eyes and breasts of
every woman I see, but they?re not you. They?re not even close. Two weeks ago, I
met this girl at the Rainbow Room and brought her home with me. I don?t say
this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.
She was young, Terry, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only
youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a
perfect body. Tits you wouldn?t believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every
man?s dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this coed, I thought, look at the
stuff we?ve made important in our lives. It?s all so surface. What does a
perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you
see what I?m getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a
better heart than my moderately attractive Terry? I doubt it. And I?d never
really thought of that before. I don?t know, maybe I?m just growing up a little.

Later, after I?d tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt, I found myself
thinking, ?why do I feel so drained and empty?? It wasn?t just her flawless
technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some niggling
feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn?t feel
the same because you weren?t there, Terry, to watch. Do you know what I mean?
Nothing feels the same without you, baby.

Jesus, Terry, I?m just going crazy without you. And everything I do just
reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at Mt. Sinai
Baptist Church? Well, she drops by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she
figured I wasn?t eating right without a woman around. I didn?t know what she
meant ?til later, but that?s not the real story. Anyway, we have a few glasses
of wine and the next thing you know we?re fucking in our old bedroom.

And this broad?s a total monster in the sack. She?s giving me everything,
you know like a real woman does when she?s not hung up about God and her career
and whether the kids can hear us. And all the sudden she spots that tilting
mirror on your grandmother?s old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we
straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves.

And it?s totally hot, but it makes me sad too. Cause I can?t help thinking,
?Why didn?t Terry ever put the mirror on the floor. We?ve had this old vanity
for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex aid.? (Some of this I
thought about later.) You know what I mean? What happened to our spontaneity? You
get so caught up in the routine of a marriage and you just lose sight of each
other. And then you lose yourself. That?s the saddest part of all for me.

But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can. Because I only want
this stuff with you. Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the
restraining order. I mean, Shannon?s just a kid and all, but she?s got a pretty good
head on her shoulders. She?s been a real friend to me during this painful
time. She?s given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general.
(She?s pulling for us to get back together, Terry. She really is.)

So we?re drinking in the hot tub and talking about happier times. Here?s
this hot girl with the same DNA as you (although, let?s face it, she got an extra
helping of the sexy gene) and all I can do is think of how much she look like
you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it
turns out Shannon?s really into the whole anal thing and that gets me to
thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that
probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when
I?m thrusting inside the steaming hot Dutch oven of your sister?s cinnamon
ring, all I can do is think of you? It?s true, baby. In your heart you know it.

Don?t you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and
start fresh. I think we can. I keep thinking that I think if you?d just try it, I
wouldn?t have to pressure you so much. Because who needs all that bitterness,
Terry? It just tears us apart. And I can?t be apart from you. Because I love
you. God help me but I do.

YOU ARE THE MAN!!!

gee...can you also write breaking-up letter for man? lolz...

im sure you didnt write it, but that is one awesome letter =)

good stuff